Gifford's sense of humor padded a good many of the sharp points of life; he had to look less doleful when he saw that the lawyer had chosen Lois's seat, and even her attitude; his little shriveled hands were clasped upon his knees, and he was bending forward, looking at the young man as he talked.

Gifford thought of a sonnet in his left breast-pocket, beginning, "To one who sat 'neath rustling poplar-tree," and smiled.
"Well, now," said Mr.Denner, "it is pleasant to see you at home again, Gifford.

It must be a pleasure to your aunts." "It is a great pleasure to me," the young man replied.

"I only wish that I could carry them back to Lockhaven with me." "What, both of them ?" Mr.Denner asked, in an alarmed way.
"Oh, of course," answered the other; "they couldn't be separated.

Why, you cannot think of one of them without thinking of the other!" Mr.Denner sighed.