Oh, she's dazzling with her great blue eyes." Mrs.Witherspoon's look demanded an explanation.
"Mother," said Henry, "she means our book-reviewer." "I don't like literary women," Mrs.Witherspoon replied, with stress in the movement of her head and with prejudice in the compression of her lips.

"They are too--too uppish, I may say." "But Miss Drury makes no literary pretensions," Henry rejoined.
"I should think not," Ellen spoke up.

"I didn't take her to be literary, she was so neatly dressed." "When you cease so lightly to discuss a noble-minded girl--a friend of mine--you will do me a great favor," Henry replied.
"What's all this ?" Witherspoon asked.

He had paid no attention to this trifling set-to and had caught merely the last accent of it.
"Oh, nothing, I'm sure," Ellen answered.
"Very well, then, we can easily put it aside.

Henry, what was it you said to-day at noon about going away ?" "I said that I was going with a newspaper excursion to Mexico." "Oh, surely, not so far as that!" Mrs.Witherspoon exclaimed.
"It won't take long, mother." "No, but it's so far; and I should think that you've had enough of that country." "I've never been in Mexico." "Oh, well, all those countries down there are just the same, and I should think that when you have seen one your first impression is that you don't want to see another." "They are restful at any rate," he replied.
"But can't you rest nearer home ?" "I could, but I have made up my mind to go with this excursion.