Father made me read Pilgrim's Progress until it has got to be a favorite book with me.

Did you ever read it, Mr.Gusher?
It is very interesting." "Nevare, nevare!" returned Mr.Gusher, shaking his head and extending his hands.

"I nevare read ze book of ze Progress Pilgrim.

I read ze book what describe to me ze paradise of ze heart--love." How very aggravating, thought Mr.Gusher.Instead of a girl with a whole volume of poetry in her soft blue eyes, here was one whose very nature seemed devoid of sentiment.

Still there was something in this cold and reserve manner, this indifference to Mr.Gusher's attractions, that tended to excite his ambition, for he was excessively vain.
"Your dear mother say I go to ze fazionable church.