"You're a regular young lawyer, you are, Mary-'Gusta.

Judge Baxter hasn't got you beat when it comes to makin' out a case.

Look here, now; be honest; hadn't you rather go to walk with me than go to that meetin'-house ?" "Yes, sir," frankly; "I'd rather." "Oh, you had, eh?
But all the same you want us to give up our walk and go to church every Sunday just to please Zoeth.

Is that it ?" Mary-'Gusta took his hand.

"No, sir," she said shyly, "but I thought perhaps we could divide up.