"I'm not going to let it be printed." "Oh, mah goodness!" said Miss Woodburn, laughing good-humoredly.

"That's becose you were brought up to hate slavery." "I should like Mr.Beaton to see it," said Mrs.Leighton, in a sort of absent tone.

She added, to Fulkerson: "I rather expected he might be in to-night." "Well, if he comes we'll leave it to Beaton," Fulkerson said, with relief in the solution, and an anxious glance at the Colonel, across the table, to see how he took that form of the joke.

Miss Woodburn intercepted his glance and laughed, and Fulkerson laughed, too, but rather forlornly.
Alma set her lips primly and turned her head first on one side and then on the other to look at the sketch.

"I don't think we'll leave it to Mr.
Beaton, even if he comes." "We left the other design for the cover to Beaton," Fulkerson insinuated.