Tried to give it to the Dryfoos family, and when I couldn't, I sold it to 'em.

Bound to see it on Miss Christine's hand somehow! Hold on! Let him see it where it belongs, first!" He arrested the girl in the motion she made to take off the ring, and let her have the pleasure of showing her hand to the company with the ring on it.

Then he left her to hear the painter's words about it, which he continued to deliver dissyllabically as he stood with her under a gas-jet, twisting his elastic figure and bending his head over the ring.
"Well, Mely, child," Fulkerson went on, with an open travesty of her mother's habitual address, "and how are you getting along?
Mrs.Mandel hold you up to the proprieties pretty strictly?
Well, that's right.

You know you'd be roaming all over the pasture if she didn't." The girl gurgled out her pleasure in his funning, and everybody took him on his own ground of privileged character.

He brought them all together in their friendliness for himself, and before the evening was over he had inspired Mrs.Mandel to have them served with coffee, and had made both the girls feel that they had figured brilliantly in society, and that two young men had been devoted to them.
"Oh, I think he's just as lovely as he can live!" said Mela, as she stood a moment with her sister on the scene of her triumph, where the others had left them after the departure of their guests.
"Who ?" asked Christine, deeply.