“It was a pleasure he was chary enough of to himself,” said she, laughing. “I have been at school nearly four years, and have only seen him once, and then for a few hours.”
“Yes—but really,” stammered out Beecher, “fascinations—charms such as—”
“Pray, sir, don't distress yourself about turning a compliment. I'm quite sure I'm very attractive, but I don't in the least want to be told so. You see,” she added, after a pause, “I 'm presuming upon what papa has told me of your old friendship to be very frank with you.”
“I am enchanted at it,” cried Beecher. “Egad! if you. 'cut out all the work,' though, I 'll scarcely be able to follow you.”
“Ah! so here you are before me,” cried Davis, entering and shaking his hand cordially. “You had just driven off when I reached the station. All right, I hope?”
“All right, thank you.”
“You 've made Lizzy's acquaintance, I see, so I need n't introduce you. She knows you this many a day.”
“But why have I not had the happiness of knowing her?” asked Beecher.
“How 's Klepper?” asked Grog, abruptly. “The swelling gone out of the hocks yet?”
“Yes; he's clean as a whistle.”