The contention ended in mutual laughter;
and as a horn at that moment sounded for the servants to stop work for
dinner, the party determined to return to Apple Orchard.
The kite was tied to a root, and they returned homeward.
CHAPTER XLVII.
DAYS THAT ARE NO MORE.
"Oh!" cried Fanny, as they were again walking upon the smooth meadow,
in the afternoon, "I think we ought to go and get some apples!"
"And so do I," said Ralph.
"Of course, I expected you to agree with me, sir."
"Naturally; I always do."
This observation was remotely satirical, and Miss Fanny resented it.
"You are the most contentious person I ever knew," she said.
"Am I?" asked Ralph.
"Yes, sir."
"That is fortunate."
"Why?"
"Because, difference of opinion is the soul of conversation, and as
you never disagree with anybody, we could not converse. Observe how
the syllogism comes out?"
"Fine logician!"
"Lovely damsel!"
"Mr. College-Graduate!"
"Miss School-Girl!"
"School-girl!"
"College-graduate!"
And after this exchange of compliments, the parties walked on,
mutually pleased with each other.
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