Just my luck! Of course after sousing the poor girl I had to be attentive to her, hadn't I?
Everyone seemed to think so, and I couldn't get away, and so I was lost before I knew it.

It's all Demi's fault, he would stay there and fuss with his old photos, because the views were good and all the girls wanted to be taken.

Look at these, will you, ma'am?
That's the way we spent our time when we weren't playing tennis'; and Tom pulled a handful of pictures from his pocket, displaying several in which he was conspicuous, either holding a sun-umbrella over a very pretty young lady on the rocks, reposing at her feet in the grass, or perched on a piazza railing with other couples in seaside costumes and effective attitudes.
'This is she of course ?' asked Mrs Jo, pointing to the much-ruffled damsel with the jaunty hat, coquettish shoes, and racquet in her hand.
'That's Dora.

Isn't she lovely ?' cried Tom, forgetting his tribulations for a moment and speaking with lover-like ardour.
'Very nice little person to look at.

Hope she is not a Dickens Dora?
That curly crop looks like it.' 'Not a bit; she's very smart; can keep house, and sew, and do lots of things, I assure you, ma'am.