"I have a pipe for you," said Gainor. "Come out under the trees. How warm it is!"
"You had a queer party," said Schmidt, who knew her well, and judged better than many her true character.
"Yes; was it not? But the women were to your liking, I am sure."
"Certainly; but why Josiah, and what mischief are you two after?"
"I? Mischief, sir?"
"Yes; you do not like him. You never have him here to dine if you can help it."
"No; but now I am trying to keep him out of mischief, and to-day he invited himself to dine."
"Well!" said Schmidt, blowing great rings of smoke.
"General Washington was here yesterday. His horse cast a shoe, and he must needs pay me a visit. Oh, he was honest about it. He looked tired and aged. I shall grow old; but aged, sir, never. He is deaf, too. I hope he may not live to lose his mind. I thought of Johnson's lines about Marlborough."
"I do not know them. What are they?"