"About Miss Stillwater."
"Have you been dreaming about that little girl?"
"Didn't I tell you? I thought I had."
"Ha, ha, ha! You've been dreaming about little Miss Stillwater—that's rich."
"Well, wait until you hear it. Then you'll have good reason to laugh. It was quite too absurd."
"Well."
"The night before we started for the West—the night we met Mrs. Bunker at the Waldorf Hotel, in New York—"
"Mrs. Bunker—one never knows what that woman is going to say next—she is so—"
"She introduced us to the family, and Miss Stillwater and I had some conversation—not much, but quite enough, as you will see—about bears."
"Bears?"