"I don't believe I know of any one just at present."

"Very well. Sylvia will get the highest mark in arithmetic. And
Joe is distinguishing himself at West Point. That's what I wanted
to tell you. I'll send you over the cream and sugar, and hope you
will enjoy all your berries. _We_ shall buy some in the market-house
next week."

Later in the forenoon I sent the strawberries over to Georgiana.
I have a variety that is the shape of the human heart, and when
ripe it matches in color that brighter current of the heart through
which runs the hidden history of our passions. All over the top
of the dish I carefully laid these heart-shaped berries, and under
the biggest one, at the very top, I slipped this little note: "Look
at the shape of them, Georgiana! I send them all to you. They
are perishable."

This afternoon Georgiana sent back the empty dish, and inside the
napkin was this note: "They are exactly the shape and color of my
emery needle-bag. I have been polishing my needles in it for many
years."

Later, as I was walking to town, I met Georgiana and her mother
coming out. No explanation had ever been made to the mother of
that goose of a gate in our division fence; and as Georgiana had
declined to accept the sign, I determined to show her that the gate
could now stand for something else. So I said: "Mrs. Cobb, when
you send your servants over for green corn, you can let them come
through that little gate. It will be more convenient."