"I'm compelled to believe you have a bad memory; and I fear you forgot to invite the rest of the ladies included in your programme. You might forget me, in the same manner, and this wouldn't be a good place to stay."
"You are growing impudent, Phil."
"No; only prudent."
"Come with me, you lunkhead, and I will show you where the flowers are," said he, rushing towards the path, as though he meant to obtain the flowers or die in the attempt.
"If you know where they are, you can get them alone," I added.
"I do know where they are. You seem to think I am playing a trick upon you; and I want to show you that I am not."
"I don't think you will be able to show me that if I go; so I may as well stay here."
"Come along!"
"I don't think you washed the boat out very nicely. You didn't have time to do it, and you didn't give me three minutes to find and pick the beautiful flowers."
"What is the matter with you, Phil? You seem to have changed your face all of a sudden. What ails you?"