"And if I do get him to like me, Grace, will you like me too?"
"I like you now very well," said Grace.
"Come, Grace, you know what I mean," said James, looking steadfastly at the top of the apple tree.
"Well, I wish, then, you would understand what I mean, without my saying any more about it," said Grace.
"O, to be sure I will!" said our hero, looking up with a very intelligent air; and so, as Aunt Sally would say, the matter was settled, with "no words about it."
Now shall we narrate how our hero, as he saw Uncle Lot approaching the door, had the impudence to take out his flute, and put the parts together, arranging and adjusting the stops with great composure?
"Uncle Lot," said he, looking up, "this is the best flute that ever I saw."
"I hate them tooting critturs," said Uncle Lot, snappishly.
"I declare! I wonder how you can," said James, "for I do think they exceed——"
So saying, he put the flute to his mouth, and ran up and down a long flourish.