I was sufficiently cognizant of his history to know that he kept his head erect, lighted by the fire of his robust heart in the thick of overhanging natal clouds.

As the way is with men when they are too happy to be sentimental, I chattered of anything but my feelings.
'What a capital idea that was of yours to bring down old Alphonse to Dipwell! You should have heard old John Thresher and Mark Sweetwinter and the others grumbling at the interference of "French frogs;" with their beef, though Alphonse vowed he only ordered the ox to be turned faster, and he dressed their potatoes in six different ways.

I doubt if Dipwell has composed itself yet.

You know I sat for president in their tent while the beef went its first round; and Alphonse was in an awful hurry to drag me into what he called the royal tent.

By the way, you should have hauled the standard down at sunset.' 'Not when the son had not come down among us,' said my father, smiling.
'Well, I forgot to tell you about Alphonse.