As a matter of fact, I'm only going so as to get over the time and keep out of the way." "As a matter of fact ?" I queried, waving a little stick toward the lighted windows.

"Listen a minute, and then tell me!" And we listened together to the last and clearest rendering of the refrain-- "Then tell me how to woo thee, Love; O tell me how to woo thee! For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take, Tho' ne'er another trow me!" "What tosh!" shouted Bob (his mother should have heard him) through the applause.

"Of course I'm going to take care of myself, and of course I meant to rush the Matterhorn while I'm here, but between ourselves that's my only reason for rushing it to-night." Yet had he no boyish vision of quick promotion in the lady's heart, no primitive desire to show his mettle out of hand, to set her trembling while he did or died?
He had, I thought, and he had not; that shining face could only have reflected a single and candid heart.

But it is these very natures, so simple and sweet-hearted and transparent, that are least to be trusted on the subject of their own motives and emotions, for they are the soonest deceived, not only by others but in themselves.

Or so I venture to think, and even then reflected, as I shook my dear lad's hand by the side parapet of the moonlit terrace, and watched him run down into the shadows of the fir-trees and so out of my sight with two dark and stalwart figures that promptly detached themselves from the shadows of the shoemaker's hut.