James Gardiner heaved a sigh of relief as he deposited his suit case beside Tom's in the room to which they had been assigned.
"Girls are an awful responsibility," he remarked gloomily, with a care-worn expression that made Tom shout with laughter.

"I like them all right enough, but not in bunches." By making a special effort, the party was ready by six o'clock to descend to dinner, which was served to them in a private dining room, Mrs.Gibson having thoughtfully made this arrangement, in order to give the young folks as much time together as possible.
They made a pretty picture as they sat at the round table, the delicate finery of the girls gaining in effect from the sombre evening coats of the boys.

Mrs.Gibson, gowned in white silk with an overdress of black chiffon, sat at the head of the table and did the honors of the occasion.
"I feel frightfully out of place in this company of chivalry and beauty," Anne remarked, looking fondly about her at the friends whose presence told more plainly than words could have done the place she occupied in their hearts.
"Think how we shall fade into insignificance to-night when you hold forth with the great Southard," retorted Nora.

"I shall consider myself honored by even a mere bow from you, after you have taken curtain calls before a New York audience." "When I was with Edwin Booth," began Hippy reminiscently, "he often said to me, 'Hippy, my boy, my acting is nothing compared to yours.

You are--'" "A first cousin to Ananias and Sapphira," finished David derisively.
"Never heard of them," replied Hippy unabashed.