A slight, but amusing story by the author of "A Gentleman from Indiana" and "Monsieur Beaucaire." Sylvia Gray was noted for her cherry ribbons, and she finds it an easy matter to ensnare Mr. Snudgberry, the person who tells the story. "A sparkling romance of old New York" the publishers call it.
sir," I repeated with dignity, "queens, having sober lessons to learn, far prefer employment in useful and improving conversations with persons of sense and breeding. Queen Titania, rest assured, would have small interest in the cheap figure of speech which would turn nature into a goldsmith's shop."
"No," said he; "you would have her still in love with the gentleman with the ass's head!" And he burst into a mannerless guffaw.
Here Miss Gray rose in haste, and announced that she must be returning, as the sun would soon be too warm for pleasure on the homeward stroll. I marked with indignation that our unwelcome companion proposed to accompany us, and this purpose he had the effrontery to carry out, I walking in intense and biting silence, he chattering as easily as though he had not thoroughly disgraced his bringing-up in a dozen ways, while he made such speeches to the lady as I thought must have undoubtedly called forth a chilling rebuke; but none came, to my sore regret.
When we reache
The story of a young self-proclaimed intellectual named Sudgeberry who talked incessantly and was naÔve enough to believe people appreciated his company and his endless lectures.
He and another boy were courting the same girl, but of course Sudgeberry knew she loved highbrow him more than the frivolous romantic poet boy that his competitor was.
The book seemed to go nowhere for the first half and I worried it would just be story of a boy and his delusion, but itís a short book so I kept reading. The action picked up in the ending and turned out to be an okay story.