I'm going to Green Springs." "I reckon you've taken the wrong road, wherever you're going," returned the young lady, having apparently made up her mind to resent each of Jack's perfections as a separate impertinence: "this is a PRIVATE road." She drew herself fairly up here, although gurgled at in the ear and pinched in the arm by her companion.
"I beg your pardon," said Jack, meekly.

"I see I'm trespassing on your grounds.

I'm very sorry.

Thank you for telling me.

I should have gone on a mile or two farther, I suppose, until I came to your house," he added, innocently.
"A mile or two! You'd have run chock ag'in' our gate in another minit," said the short-lipped one, eagerly.