'I wish I knew what psychology was about.

But can't you take a holiday ?--just this week ?' He looked at her rather gravely.

But Bridget shook her head, and again said good-bye.

George Sarratt took her downstairs, and saw her off on her bicycle.

Then he returned smiling, to his wife.
'I say, Bridget makes me feel a dunce! Is she really such a learned party ?' Nelly's dark eyes danced a little.