Can't you urge me to stay, somebody ?" The two girls laughed, and Miss Woodburn said: "Mr.Beaton is such a butterfly of fashion! Ah wish Ah was on mah way to a pawty.

Ah feel quahte envious." "But he didn't say it to make you," Alma explained, with meek softness.
"Well, we can't all be swells.

Where is your party, anyway, Beaton ?" asked Fulkerson.

"How do you manage to get your invitations to those things?
I suppose a fellow has to keep hinting round pretty lively, Neigh ?" Beaton took these mockeries serenely, and shook hands with Miss Woodburn, with the effect of having already shaken hands with Alma.

She stood with hers clasped behind her.
V.
Beaton went away with the smile on his face which he had kept in listening to Fulkerson, and carried it with him to the reception.