If anything sad should be going to happen,--it would be different, then." "Of course," assented Miss Deborah.
"You see," Miss Ruth explained, "if we saw him, and then he got well, it would be very awkward." "True," said Miss Deborah.

"And certainly single women cannot be too delicate in such matters.

We will send the whips by Giff.

Poor, poor William Denner! Let me see,--were you to be his partner on Saturday?
Oh, no, I recollect: it was I,--it was my turn." "I think not," Miss Ruth replied gently; "you played last week.

I should have played with him this time." "Not at all," said Miss Deborah firmly, "he was mine.".