"I beg your pardon," he added stiffly, remembering his manners.
"Oh, I don't mind!" The girl assured him.

"Father is a dreadful old fraud.

I have no illusions.

But perhaps it isn't so bad after all.

He really is quite an authority on the West Coast Indians,--if that is what you wish to consult him about." Professor Spence was in a quandary.