Alice called me to her chamber window one morning.

"Look into the lane.

Charles and Jesse are there with that brute.

He goes very well, now that they have thrown the top of the chaise back; he quivered like a jelly at first." "I must have a ride, Alice." "Charles," she called.

"Breakfast is waiting." "What shall be his name, girls ?" he asked.
"Aspen," I suggested.
"That will do," said Alice.
"Shall we ride soon ?" I asked.
"Will you ?" he spoke quickly.