I couldn't get over it, and they were always laughing at me, so I determined that I should have my laugh at you.

Oh, wasn't it rich?
To think of the elegant and travelled society man standing there staring with his eyes and mouth wide open!" "I don't think it was quite so bad as that, but if it was there's good reason for it.

Tell me, Madge, how this miracle was wrought!" "There, that's just what I called it," cried Mrs.Muir, "and it's nothing less than one, in spite of all that Madge and Henry can say." "When you are ready for supper I will show you one phase of the miracle," said Madge, laughing, with glad music in her voice.

"Come, I'm not an escaped member of a menagerie, and there's no occasion for you to stare any longer." "Yes, come along," added Mr.Muir; "I've had no roast beef to-day and a surfeit of sentiment." The young fellow colored slightly, but said brusquely: "Men's tastes change with age.

I suppose you did not find a little sentiment amiss once upon a time.