THE FELLOW: Yes—all the boys are young doctors, except me.
THE GIRL: And what are you?
THE FELLOW: I'm the patient.
THE GIRL: Are you sick?
THE FELLOW: Love-sick.
THE GIRL: (Turning up her nose.) How ridiculous! What brought you to Lake George?
THE FELLOW: You.
THE GIRL: I! Oh, you are too absurd for anything. Give me my glove, please, and let me go.
THE FELLOW: (Coming still nearer.) Don't be rash. There's no place to go. All of your camping party have gone on a boating trip except yourself. You're surely not going back there and hang around the camp all alone?
THE GIRL: (In surprise.) How did YOU know that the rest of my party had gone away for the day?