Sophia’s sprightly sauciness stimulated Sam strangely; so Sam suddenly spoke sentimentally, “Sophia, Susan’s sunflowers seem saying, ‘Samuel Short, Sophia Sophronia Spriggs, stroll serenely, sequestered spot, some sylvan shade. Sparkling springs shall sing soul-soothing strains; sweet songsters shall silence secret sighings; super-angelic sylphs shall—’”
Sophia snickered, so Sam stopped.
“Sophia,” said Sam solemnly.
“Sam,” said Sophia.
“Sophia, stop smiling. Sam Short’s sincere. Sam’s seeking some spouse, Sophia!”
Sophia stood silent.
“Speak! Sophia, speak! Such suspense stimulates sorrow.”
“Seek Sire, Sam, seek Sire!”
Sam sought Sire Spriggs. Sire Spriggs said, “Sartin.”