"I'm respectable well. Can't do nothin' uncommon, you know, down in this 'eclusion. I guess it's as good to see company as blackberries. We don't get it though.—I hope you don't mind a lonely sitiwation, sir?" The last words with deep gravity and a bending head.
"It agrees well with a contemplative mind," replied the gentleman, resolving that the young lady should not talk 'high english' alone.
"It does!" said Genevieve admiringly, taking him all in with her eyes. "There is always something to look at to make you contemplate.—Then you don't think it an objection, sir, to live so far away from society as this?"
"I have lived further away from society than this," said Mr. Linden. "I have seen regions of country, Miss Seacomb, where you could not even hear of anybody but yourself."
"I declare!—And war' n't it awful still, sir?"
"It was beautiful, still," said Mr. Linden.
"I reckon it was!"
At this juncture Charles twelfth made his appearance, and Mr. Linden at once turned to him—
"Well sir—how are the Turks?"
To which Charles twelfth, being taken much by surprise, replied,