"He is very deep," said Miss Bowlsby solemnly.
On his way home from the bank, one afternoon in that same week, Lynde overtook Miss Mildred walking, and accompanied her a piece down the street.
"Mr. Lynde, shall you go on another horseback excursion next summer?" she asked, without prelude.
"I haven't decided; but I think not."
"Of course you ought to go."
"Why of course, Miss Mildred?"
"Why? Because—because—don't ask me!"
"But I do ask you."
"You insist?"
"Positively."