Soc. Chat. Such a complete rest, you know—so perfectly peaceful! Not a soul to talk to. I love it ... but, to really enjoy a tomato, you must see it dressed ... in the sweetest little sailor suit!
Miss F.B.
My horse was a speck on the pampas' verge, for I dropped the rein in my haste to stoop;
Then I pressed my ear to the baking soil—and caught—ah, horror—the Indian whoop!
Soc. Chat. Some say it isn't infectious, but one can't be too careful, and, with children in the house, &c., &c.
Miss F.B.
I rose to my feet with quivering knees, and my face turned white as a fresh-washed towel;
I had heard a war-cry I knew too well—'twas the murderous band of Blue-nosed Owl!
Soc. Chat. Nice fellow—I'm very fond of him—so fresh—capital company—met him when I was over there, &c.
Miss F.B.