I'll race you round the piazza with pleasure, Cousin, but his oven is too much for me," was Mac's uncivil reply as he backed toward the open window, as if glad of an excuse to escape.
"Fragile creature, don't stay on my account, I beg.

I can't leave my guests for a moonlight run, even if I dared to take it on a frosty night in a thin dress," said Rose, fanning herself and not a bit ruffled by Mac's refusal, for she knew his ways and they amused her.
"Not half so bad as all this dust, gas, heat, and noise.

What do you suppose lungs are made of ?" demanded Mac, ready for a discussion then and there.
"I used to know, but I've forgotten now.

Been so busy with other things that I've neglected the hobbies I used to ride five or six years ago," she said, laughing.
"Ah, those were times worth having! Are you going in for much of this sort of thing, Rose ?" he asked with a disapproving glance at the dancers.
"About three months of it, I think." "Then good-bye till New Year." And Mac vanished behind the curtains.
"Rose, my dear, you really must take that fellow in hand before he gets to be quite a bear.

Since you have been gone he has lived in his books and got on so finely that we have let him alone, though his mother groans over his manners.