Our chieftainess rose, and made for him direct.
Alas! she was a short-sighted lady--we had not thought of that.

She returned in triumph, followed by a dismal-looking man I had met the year before in the Black Forest, and had hoped never to meet again.

I drew her aside.
"Whatever you do," I said, "don't ask -- - " (I forget his name.

One of these days I'll forget him altogether, and be happier.

I will call him Johnson.) "He would turn the whole thing into a funeral before we were half-way there.