We are boarding at the Widow Cooper's, and came out for a ramble in the woods, and got lost; and here, just as we thought we were on the right way home, we came to this naughty little river, or whatever you call it, and can't go a step farther.

Is there no way of getting across it, sir ?" "There is a bridge about a quarter of a mile above here, but to get to it you will have to go through a field in which there is a very cross bull.

Then there is a log just down here a little ways--I'll show it to you, ladies"; and tangling my beautiful line inextricably in my embarrassment, I threw down my fishing-rod and led the way, I on one side of the stream and they on the other.
"Oh, oh!" cried Blue-Eyes, when we reached the log.

"I'll be sure to get dizzy and fall off." "Nonsense!" said Black-Eyes, bravely, and walked over without winking.
"I shall never--never dare!" screamed Blue-Eyes.
"Allow me to assist you, miss," I said, in my best style, going on the log and reaching out my hand to steady her.
She laid her little gray glove in my palm, and put one tiny slipper on the log, and then she stood, the little coquette! shrinking and laughing, and taking a step and retreating, and I falling head over ears in love with her, deeper and deeper every second.

I do believe, if the other one hadn't been there, I would have taken her right up in my arms and carried her over.