You don't see anybody else wearing them." "No," said he; "but it's warm enough." "You may think so," I answered; "but I guess they know their own business best.

This is their coldest season, and if they wore straw hats and linen clothes now, what would they put on when the scorching hot weather comes ?" Rectus didn't know, and that matter was dropped.

There is a pretty park at the back of the town, and we walked about it, and sat under the trees, and looked at the flowers, and the fountain playing, and enjoyed it ever so much.

If it had been summer, and we had been at home, we shouldn't have cared so much for these things; but sitting under trees, and lounging about over the green grass, while our folks at home were up to their eyes, or thereabouts, in snow and ice, delighted both of us, especially Rectus.

I never heard him talk so much.
We reached Savannah on Tuesday, and were to leave in the steamer for St.
Augustine Thursday afternoon.