afternoon. You took the forenoon with 'The Siege' and now I don't wish to be cheated out of my half of the day."
"Very well, I am rather interested in another story, and if you will take 'The Siege of London,' and read it, you'll find how much better the book is than my telling of the story."
George Morris had, of course, to content himself with this proposition, and they walked together to the steamer chairs, over which the gayly colored rugs were spread.
"Shall I get your book for you?" asked the young man, as he picked up the rugs.
"Thank you," answered Miss Earle, with a laugh, "you have already done so," for, as he shook out the rugs, the two books, which were small handy volumes, fell out on the deck.
"I see you won't accept my hint about not leaving the books around. You will lose some precious volume one of these days."
"Oh, I fold them in the rugs, and they are all right. Now, here is your volume. Sit down there and read it."
"That means also, 'and keep quiet,' I suppose?"
"I don't imagine you are versatile enough to read and talk at the same time. Are you?"
"I should be very tempted to try it this afternoon."
