It is pitiful to see, when he bends his earnest and appealing eyes upon me and says, after one of his efforts, "Now you _do_ understand _that_, don't you ?" I am always obliged to say, "I _don't_, Ashcroft.

I wish I could understand it, but I don't.

Send for the cat." In the days which Susy is talking about, a perplexity fell to my lot one day.

F.G.Whitmore was my business agent, and he brought me out from town in his buggy.

We drove by the _porte-cochere_ and toward the stable.