I went up there once to see a girl I had met at a Prom--such is the weakness of man! I had arrayed myself as the lilies of the field, and on my way through Pokip I gathered up a beautiful two-seated trap with a driver, thinking in my ignorance that I should make a big hit by driving the fair one over the hills and far away.

The horses were wonderful; I found out later that they were the finest hearse horses in Poughkeepsie.

She was an awfully funny girl, that girl.

She always used both 'shall' and 'will,' being afraid to take chances with either verb, an idea I'm often tempted to adopt myself." "It's ingenious, at any rate.

But how did the drive go ?" "Oh, it didn't! She said she couldn't go with me alone unless I _was_ or _were_ her cousin.