expected to understand young ladies very well. I don't understand why
walking down Fifth Avenue daily would make you happy."

"Of course not. A man can't understand a girl's feelings in such
matters."

"There is nothing in New York so beautiful as this June day in the
country."

"Yes, it's a nice day: but father says we need more rain dreadfully."

"You have spoiled your rose."

"There are plenty more."

"Don't you like roses?"

"Certainly. Who does not like roses?"

"Let me give you another. See, here is one that has the hue of your
cheeks."

"I suppose a city pallor like Emily Warren's is more to your taste."

"I am wholly out of humor with the city, and I do not like that which
is colorless and insipid. I think the rose I have just given you very
beautiful."

"Thanks for your roundabout compliment," and she looked pleased.