It is a splendid work, and will be _the_ book of the season." "I shall be delighted to read it," replied Annie, taking the proffered volume.

"It looks real good," she continued, as she turned over the leaves.
"It is first rate; I have read it through." "It was very kind of you to think of me when you have so much business on your mind," added she, with a roguish smile.
"I shall never have so much business on my mind that I cannot think of my friends," replied Bobby, so gallantly and so smartly that it astonished himself.
"I was just thinking what I should read next; I am _so_ glad you have come." "Never mind her, Bobby; all she wanted was the book," interposed Squire Lee, laughing.
"Now, pa!" "Then I shall bring her one very often." "You are too bad, pa," said Annie, who, like most young ladies just entering their teens, resented any imputation upon the immaculateness of human love, or human friendship.
"I have got a little money for you, Squire Lee," continued Bobby, thinking it time the subject was changed.
He took out his gilded memorandum book, whose elegant appearance rather startled the squire, and from its "treasury department" extracted the little roll of bills, representing an aggregate of ten dollars, which he had carefully reserved for his creditor.
"Never mind that, Bobby," replied the squire.

"You will want all your capital to do business with." "I must pay my debts before I think of anything else." "A very good plan, Bobby, but this is an exception to the general rule." "No, sir, I think not.

If you please, I insist upon paying you ten dollars on my note." "O, well, if you insist, I suppose I can't help myself." "I would rather pay it, I shall feel so much better." "You want to indorse it on the note, I suppose." That was just what Bobby wanted.

Indorsed on the note was the idea, and our hero had often passed that expression through his mind.