I had never imagined that the
Philosopher troubled himself with such matters at all.
"And I don't think," he went on, "I like being forced to spend my time
speculating on the cost of anybody's clothing.--How comfortable it is on
this porch! And how jolly not to have to sit up in a black coat--on a
July evening!"
The Skeptic and the Gay Lady returned--after an hour. The Skeptic, as he
came into the light which streamed out across the porch from the hall,
looked decidedly more cheerful than when he had left us. Although it had
been too dark in the garden to see either the Gay Lady's clothes or her
smile, I doubted if he had been bored.
III
DAHLIA
O, weary fa' the women fo'k,
For they winna let a body be!
--_James Hogg._
My neighbour Dahlia has returned. There is a considerable stretch
of lawn, also a garden and a small orchard, intervening between her
father's property and mine, not to mention a thick hedge; but in spite
of these obstructions it did not take Dahlia long to discover that
there were guests upon my porch.
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