Tell me, what were you thinking of ?" "I don't quite know," answered Phebe, slowly.

"But I think I was wishing for impossibilities,--for things that can't possibly happen, just because it would be so nice if they could." "Ah," said Halloway, dreamily.

"That is a very bad habit, a frightfully unsatisfactory, delusive, and, indeed, an altogether pernicious habit, Miss Phebe.

It takes the taste out of every thing solid, and leaves one an appetite only for indigestible sweets.

I must correct you of it.