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That was the sentiment which animated our breasts. 

 For my part I was very favorably situated, and I held 

 my umbrella very low to shield my fair charge the bet- 

 ter. Of course I greatly enjoyed the first few miles 

 under such conditions. My young lady broke into song, 

 and I thought I caught the sense of the words, which I 

 fondly imagined was something like this : 



" For if you are under an umbrella 

 With a very handsome fellow, 

 It cannot matter much what the weather may be." 



I asked if I had caught the words correctly, but she 

 archly insinuated there was something in the second 

 line that wasn't quite correct. I think, though, she 

 was only in fun ; the words were quite right, only her 

 eyes seemed to wander in the direction of young B. 



None of the ladies would go inside, so Joe had the 

 compartment all to himself, and no doubt smiled at the 

 good joke as we bowled along. Joe was dry inside, and 

 Perry, though outside, was just the same ere we found 

 an inn. This recalled the story of the coachman and 

 the Oxford Don, when the latter expressed his sym- 

 pathy at the condition of the former ; so sorry he was 

 so wet. " Wouldn't mind being so wet, your honor, if 

 I weren't so dry'' But I think R. P.'s story almost as 

 good as that. A Don tried to explain to the coachman 

 the operation of the telegraph as they drove along. 

 "They take a glass about the size of an ordinary 



