He is at home among horses, I believe." "Do you like horses ?" I asked.
"Not in the least." Somebody called Helen.
"Good-night, Cass." "Good-night; keep out of the rain." "Good-night, Miss Morgeson," said Mr.Somers, when she had gone.
"Good-night and good-morning.

My acquaintance with you has begun; it will never end.

You thought me a boy; I am just your age." "'Never,' is a long word, Boy Somers." "It is." It rained all night; I wearied of its monotonous fall; if I slept it turned into a voice which was pent up in a letter which I could not open..