He went to the "frat house," found no one downstairs, and established himself in a red leather chair to smoke and ruminate merrily by a great fire in the hall.
Half an hour later Ramsey entered, stamped off the snow, hung up his hat and coat, and sat himself down defiantly in the red leather chair on the other side of the fireplace.
"Well, go on," he said.

"Commence!" "Not at all!" Fred returned, amiably.

"Fine spring weather to-day.
Lovely to see all the flowers and the birds as we go a-strolling by.

The little bobolinks--" "You look here! That's the only walk I ever took with her in my life.

I mean by--by asking her and her saying she would and so forth.