"Prove that Phebe, who toils for everybody, is any happier than I, who only follow my inclination." "You certainly look vastly the more comfortable at present," said De Forest, looking from Gerald's cool cheeks and unruffled muslin flounces to Phebe's flushed face and tumbled cambric.

"You are a practical embodiment of the beauty and expediency of selfishness." "What are you talking about ?" asked Phebe, coming up and leaning wearily against a tree.
"About you and Miss Vernor," explained Bell.

"Which of you is happier?
_I_ should say Miss Vernor decidedly." A loving look came into Phebe's eyes, as she glanced down at Gerald.
"Miss Vernor, _of course_", she said, with a very tender inflection of voice.

"Being what she is, how can she help being the happier ?" "Virtue advocating vice," said De Forest.

"Mr.Halloway, your sermon is a dead failure,--as a sermon." "By no means," answered Denham, smiling.