So, as their brother could show them the way to Widow Cooper's, I said good-morning rather abruptly.

He called me back, however, and asked if I would not like to join him on a fishing tramp in the morning.

I said "I would, and I knew all the best places." Then we shook hands again, while the young ladies smiled like angels; but I had not more than turned a bend in the road, which hid me from view, than I heard such shrieks and screams of laughter as turned my two ears into boiled lobsters for the remainder of the day.
But, spite of my burning ears, I could not get mad at those girls.
They had a right to laugh at me, for I had, as usual, made myself ridiculous.

I was head over ears in love with Blue-Eyes.

The feeling I had once cherished toward Belle Marigold, compared with my sudden adoration of this glorious stranger, was as bean-soup to the condensed extract of beef, as water to wine, as milk to cream, as mush to mince-pie.
I do not think I slept a wink that night.