I hope you are enjoying yourself.

How is your sister ?" "Oh! she is a great deal worse--her cold has got into her eye, and it is all _shot up_." Then turning full upon a lady[4] who sat near, radiant with youth and beauty, sparkling with wit and genuine humor: "Oh! Mrs.Beall," he began, "what a beautiful gown you have got on, and how handsome you do look! I declare you're the prettiest woman in the room, and dance the handsomest." "Indeed, Mr.A----," replied she, suppressing her love of fun and assuming a demure look, "I am afraid you flatter me." "No, I don't--I'm in earnest.

I've just come to ask you to dance." Such was the penalty of being too charming..