"Really," grumbled Stanton, "I never had beauty and happiness thrust upon me so unexpectedly before."
"Very well then," retorted Ida; "stop your horses and thrust me out into the road. I'd rather go back, even if I have to walk."
"Oh, no! there is to be no going back for two hours or more. I once cured a horse of running away by making him run long after he wanted to stop."
"You seem to be learning your friend's hateful manners."
"I asked you this morning if you would take a drive, and you declined."
"I changed my mind."
"Very abruptly, indeed, it seemed. Since you took so much touble to annoy my friend, it's a pity you failed."
"I don't believe I failed. He's probably as cross as you are about it, only he can keep it to himself."
"Dove-like creatiah! thanks. Will you please drive while I light a cigar?"
"I don't like any one to smoke as near me as you are."