I simply could not include a flirtation amongst my excitements." "I have never flirted," he assured her gravely.
"Wise man," she pronounced, rising to her feet.

"Come, let us go and help Helen pick leaves.

She is scratching her fingers terribly, and I'm sure you have a knife.

A dear, economical creature, Helen," she added, as they strolled along.

"I am perfectly certain that those are destined to adorn my dining-table, and, with chrysanthemums at sixpence each, you can't imagine how welcome they are.