" Your words imply that you love me, if not best, howev I said. " And that's what I wished to know." " I didn't say so," contradicted Bess. Then, on a sudden pulse, "let's go back." " Thete's no going back now," I asserted. cannot be recalled." " I mean back to the. hotel," she said, haughtily. " Oh," I remarked, as though just understanding, you've only a handful of lilies," I observed. " I don't care," she replied, " I've enough. Besides, I terribly tired," a statement which her dancing eyes and pique glance belied. " But you haven't given me my answer yet," I told h " How am I to know whether we're engaged or no ?" " Well, we're not," she said, decisively. " But will be," I added. " I'm going home now," she said. " How ?" I inquired, tersely, resolved to humor her in whim, " Walk." This with a defiant glance. "On the water, like Peter of old?" I asked, innocently. " I can wade ashore. I'm not afraid." " It's four long miles by land, and warm, too," I admonishe " And then, I have your parasol. Think of the sunburn." " Then I shall be compelled to entreat you to take me back to the hotel—of course." " Suppose I won't be entreated," I taunted. " Why not ?" she demanded. " Because you won't give me a definite answer." "Is no' definite enough ?" she asked, slowly. " I refuse to consider that," I said. " Only yes' c: pacify me." " Then you will never be so," she said. " Never is a long time," I mused. " But I must be going. is almost luncheon hour." And I drove the skiff up on the bea and sprang out. " Are you going to walk ?" inquired Bess, a trifle angrily. " Yes," I said, " I'm not afraid of sunburn, with this along. And I held up her red parasol, " But, pray,how am Ito get back ?" she said. A MAN, A GIRL AND A BOAT " What's
Significant historical Pennsylvania newspapers