He. "Indeed! Where was it?"
She. "At the—a—the—a——Upon my Word, I really forget whose House it was I was dining at!"
A DAY OUT. (By Jacques Junior.)
A fishing, paddling pic-nic! What, to stand
On the lush margent of the gusty stream,
With feet benumbed, and watch the bobbing quill,
And then to dine al fresco—not for Jacques!
Where, for the smooth mahogany of Ind,
The unplaned earth is board; for cushion'd chair