"But," sez I, holding the glass, and a lookin down on the carpet and over my new trousers, "where on arth can that monge have gone tu! I hope there aint none of it got on tu your silk frock, Miss Miles." "Oh, no," sez she, "don't mind it, the grapes will do jest as well." I took up a plate and gave her a great whopping bunch from off one of the dishes, and then I made another bow, and, sez I-- "Anything else, Miss Miles? I'd do anything on arth to oblige you." She twisted up that plump little mouth of hern in one of the handsomest smiles I ever see, and, sez she, "I'll take that rose bud that dropped from the grape basket when you took these out." I swan, but she looked plaguy harnsome, I couldn't but jest keep from staring right in her face all the time. I felt my heart a floundering about, like a pullet with its neck twisted, when she said this, and I took up the rose bud between the fingers of my yaller gloves, and I stepped back and made as genteel a bow as I could, considering I hadn't room to square my elbows, and, sez I-- "I hope you'll keep that ere to remember me by." She gave me another of them tarnation bright smiles, and she stuck the rose in her bosom, and sez she, kinder larfin a little-- "What shall I give you, Mr. Slick? This myrtle sprig? it'll keep green longer than your rose." "No thank you," sez I, a looking at her as killing as could be, "I'll take it; but I don't want anything to make me remember you." I kinder expected that she'd have blushed a little when I said that; but somehow these city gals don't color up very easy. She smiled again, and sez she-- "Well, Mr. Slick, you must call and see how well your rose keeps with me. Mrs. Beebe, will come with you any time." Sez I, "but I aint sartin as you'll be glad to see me, you must have a great many beaus, and I may be in the way." She was a going to answer me, but jest then that tarnal varmint with the hair come up with a plate in his hand, and sez he--"Let me help you tu a jelly, Miss Miles." I could have knocked the critter into the middle of next week, I was so tarnal mad; but there he stood a bowing and a smiling through his hair lip like an etarnal monkey that had got the stomach ache, and I couldn't get a word in edge ways. I couldn't eat a morsel, but I took up one of the cider bottles without a thinking what I was a doing, and I drunk two glasses right off, and arter that I felt a little better; but I'll be darned if it didn't make me grit my teeth tu see that stuck-up coot work his arm as if he warnted to go into t'other room with Miss Miles. She looked round as if to see where I was, and then I went right straight up, and, sez I tu him-- "Arter _me_ is manners for _you_."