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 sat upon that old black horsehair couch with me at her side, I said:

'I've just been reading what is termed a hot-air-craft poem in the Aeroplane. I wonder if I recollect the concluding lines. They run something like this:—

'Ah!' protested my love. 'You really don't take it with sufficient seriousness, Claude!'

'I do,' was my quick protest. 'I am not worrying about failure: I am only anticipating success.'

'Do not be over sanguine, dear, I beg of you.'