"Even you are beginning to lecture me now.

I suppose the cook and the stable-boy will be at it next." He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked forward into a melancholy and desolate future filled with interminable lectures and lecturers innumerable.
"Was that what you wanted me for ?" he demanded, turning to go.
She caught at his hand again.

"No, it wasn't; only you looked so worried that I thought--I--" Her voice broke, and she began again freshly.

"What I wanted to tell you was that we're planning a trip across the bay to Oakland, next Saturday, for a tramp in the hills." "Who 's going ?" "Myrtle Hayes--" "What! That little softy ?" he interrupted.
"I don't think she is a softy," Bessie answered with spirit.

"She 's one of the sweetest girls I know." "Which is n't saying much, considering the girls you know.