“Fun,” replied the gentlemen.
“Well, I’m going about my business,” said she. “Good-morning.”
“About your business?”
“Your business?”
“Business?” murmured the youths, in order. Zephyr concluding.
“Business!” said Miss Amy, bursting into a little laugh, in which the listless, perfectly good-humored youths cheerfully joined.
“It’s dreadful hot,” said Mr. Beacon.
“Oh! horrid!” said Mr. Dinks.
“Very,” said Zephyr. And the gentlemen wiped their foreheads.
“Coming to Saratoga, Miss Waring?” they asked.