"Then they sat down and talked
Of their friends at home ...
* * * *
And related the wondrous adventure."
—Courtship of Miles Standish.
"Do exert yourself," says Molly. "I never saw any one so lazy. You don't pick one to my ten."
"I can't see how you make that out," says her companion in an injured tone. "For the last three minutes you have sat with your hands in your lap arguing about what you don't understand in the least, while I have been conscientiously slaving; and before that you ate two for every one you put in the basket."
"I never heard any one talk so much as you do, when once fairly started," says Molly. "Here, open your mouth until I put in this strawberry; perhaps it will stop you."
"And I find it impossible to do anything with this umbrella," says Luttrell, still ungrateful, eying with much distaste the ancient article he holds aloft: "it is abominably in the way. I wouldn't mind if you wanted it, but you cannot with that gigantic hat you are wearing. May I put it down?"
"Certainly not, unless you wish me to have a sun-stroke. Do you?"