cushioned punt Bob won more pouts than smiles from the lady who fell
to his guardianship.

Disgustedly she remarked to her friends on the home journey, "Fairly
chucked myself at him, the deadhead "--wherein, I apprehend, lay her
mistake. For whether a man's assault upon a woman be dictated by love
or desire, its vehemence is damped by acquiescence, spurred by rebuff.
Doubtless for our lusty forefathers one-half the fascination of
obtaining to wife the naked ladies who caught their eye lay in the
tremendous excitement of snatching them from their tribes; while for
the ladies, the joy of capture comprised a great proportion of the
amorous delights.

The characteristics remain. Maidens are more decorously won to-day;
their tribes do not defend them; but they do the fighting for
themselves. The sturdier the defence they are able to make, the
greater the joy of at length being won; while, for the suitor, the
more pains he hath endured in process of conquest the more keenly doth
he relish his captive.

So with Bob. The young lady fairly chucking herself at him in the punt
he could not forbear to contrast with the enticing reserve of Mary.
The more playfully (or desperately, poor girl) she chucked herself at
him, the more did her charms cloy as against those of that other prize
who so stoutly kept him at arm's-length. Nay, the more strenuously did
she seek to entice his good offices, the more troubled was he to
imagine why another of her sex should so slightingly regard him.

Thus, as the day wore on, was Bob thrice impelled towards Mary--by
initial attraction of her beauty; by natural instinct to show himself