Boy--" "Yes, Mother." "There isn't any reason, any special reason, for your going, is there ?" "Why, what do you mean ?" "I mean--well, you are young and I did not know but, perhaps, some one else was going, some one you were interested in, and--and--" I laughed aloud.

"Mother!" I said, reproachfully.
"Why not?
I am very proud of my handsome boy, and I know that--" "There! there! I haven't noticed that my beauty is so fascinating as to be dangerous.

No, Mother, there is no 'special reason' for my going to-night.

I promised George Taylor, that was all." "Well, I am sure you will have a good time.

Kiss me, Boy.