"Farewell, oh dream of mine!
I dare not stay;
The hour is come, and time
Will not delay:
Pleasant and dear to me
Wilt thou remain;
No future hour
Brings thee again."—A. A. PROCTER.
"HASN'T been a bad day for a row," observed Malcolm.
"No."
"Well, now we have tried it once, we'll try it again. You used to be such a one for boating. Grown tired of it lately?"
"No."
"You've not gone in for it!"
"No."
"I would sometimes, if I were you. 'All work and no play,' you know—"
"Yes."
"What's the matter to-day?"