"You have not looked upon the map of Virginia yet for my 'boundaries?'"
Ralph received the hit full in the front.
"By Jove! Fanny," he exclaimed, "I oughtn't to have told you that."
"I'm glad you did."
"Why?"
"Because, of course, I shall not make any efforts to please you—you are already 'engaged!'"
"Engaged! well, you are wrong. Neither my heart nor my hand is engaged. Ah, dear Fanny, you don't know how we poor students carry away with us to college some consuming passion which we feed and nurture;—how we toast the Dulcinea at oyster parties, and, like Corydon, sigh over her miniature. I had yours!"
"My—miniature?" said the lively Fanny, with a roseate blush, "you had nothing of the sort."
"Your likeness, then."
"Equally untrue—where is it?"