I was glad there wasn't any pond handy for her.

But if you mean to say that your good, sensible old wife--" "Get out! You know better," cried Henry, impatiently.

"You know Sylvia better than that.

She sets a lot by Mr.Allen; I do myself; but, as far as that goes, she'd give her blessing if he'd marry any girl but Rose.

That's where the hitch comes in.