And now for snap-dragon, said Marian. Exactly as you predicted, Mr. Graham, said Madeline; blind-man's buff at a quarter past three, and snap-dragon at five.

We shopped and groceried on a cash basis, determined on that from the start.

I was, to use the vernacular, bleedin' morto. My shame notwithstanding, the whole day was a blast.

At length, my friends, the feaſt of life is o’er; / I’ve eat ſufficient, I can drink no more: / My nigh is come; I’ve ſpent a jovial day; ’Tis time to part; but, oh!—what is to pay?