"I refer, sir, to your college album."
"Oh, certainly! here it is, my darling—all ready."
And Mr. Ralph Ashley, between whom and Miss Fanny this dialogue had taken place, seated himself beneath a magnificent tulip-tree; and with a movement of the head suggested a similar proceeding to the rest.
All being seated, the young man drew from his breast-pocket a small volume, bound in leather, and with a nod to Fanny, said:
"I have changed my mind—I can't read but two or three."
"Broken your promise, you mean."
"No, my own;—oh, no."
"Ralph, you are really too impudent!"
"How, pray?"
"And presumptuous!"