“Biddy,” said I, when we were walking homeward, “I wish you could put me right.” “I wish I could!” said Biddy. “If I could only get myself to fall in love with you,— you don’t mind my speaking so openly to such an old acquaintance?” “Oh dear, not at all!” said Biddy. “Don’t mind me.” “If I could only get myself to do it, that would be the thing for me.” “But you never will, you see,” said Biddy.
