Magnus is spoons on her, you know," added Joe, with a wink at his friend; "but he'll back out for you." "Oh," said Magnus, blushing, "it don't matter to me.

Besides, she's going to-morrow." This settled matters.
"Let's cut," said Cupid, impatiently, "or we shall be too late." A great row was going on among the gods.

Goodness knows what it was about--nobody ever did know that! Venus and Juno were scratching one another's faces; Jupiter was shaking his fist and thundering all round; the other men were arguing in high Greek, and the other ladies were screaming at the top of their voices.
"They're at it again," said Cupid, making a wry face.

"That sort of thing goes on here from morning to night.

We shan't be missed.