'I've had enough of bridal-trips, with their dry falls, their lunatic asylums, and their jury-boxes.

Let's go home and settle down.

We needn't be afraid, now that there's been a frost.'" "Oh, why will you live in such a dreadful place ?" cried Euphemia.

"You ought to go somewhere where you needn't be afraid of chills." "That's jus' what I thought, ma'am," returned Pomona.

"But Jone an' me got a disease-map of this country an' we looked all over it careful, an' wherever there wasn't chills there was somethin' that seemed a good deal wuss to us.