“Oh, you silly!” she exclaimed; but, my dears, I think she is really, in her secret heart, fond of silliness, for she leaned over and—There, I’ll stop being what she called me.
“We’ll give him a great reception,” she continued, “and have every one worth knowing to meet him.”
“He is the shyest of beings.”
“How books and learning do refine men!” she said.
“I am afraid they do make weaklings of us.”
“Will you never get over the idea that you are weak?” she cried; for it is one of her pet superstitions that I am not.
“You’ll frighten me out of it if you speak like that.”
“You are—well—that is really what I came to ask for. Just to please your own wife, you will, Donald, won’t you?”
“The distinction between ‘will’ and ‘won’t’ is clearly set forth in a somewhat well-known song concerning a spider and a fly.”
“Oh, you bad boy!”