ItwasEmily\'sbestgown，thefinestofthenew“rigout“preparedbyMissTaylor。ThegirlandCaptainCygazedruefullyattherentsandpitchstainsmadebythevinesandpinetrees。
“Well，yousee，“repliedtheabashedcaptain，“thefactis，sheain\'tgotanymother。“
“Oh！Ibegyourpardon。Andhers，too，poordear。Well，ifIwereyouIshouldn\'tgotosleepnexttimeItookherwalking。Goodafternoon。“
Sheturnedandcalmlywalkeddownthepath。Atthebendshespokeagain。
“Ishouldbegentlewithher，ifIwereyou，“shesaid。“Hernervesareprettywellupset。Besides，ifyou\'llexcusemysayingso，I