I taught it the song it warbles, but--she'll never understand what the little bird is trying to say." Ma Briskow had listened with rapt attention.

Now, she inquired, "Does she love you ?" "Didn't I tell you this was my game of pretense ?" Gray said, gayly.

"Do you really think that an adorable creature whose head is full of girlish notions and youthful ideals could care for the worldly, wicked old Duke of Dallas?
I am old, Ma, and I've gone the gait." "Pshaw! You ain't any such thing." "Well, perhaps I'm a better lover than I believe.

Who knows?
Fortunately, however, it is all just an amusing game." The speaker rose and looked at his watch.

"It is lunch time, Mother Briskow, and I'm famished." As the two entered the hotel grounds, Gus and Allie hurried to meet them, and the latter exclaimed, irritably: "It's about time you showed up.