Fred, you may begin." "All right," said Mr.Fairfield "As a matter of social etiquette, I think it right to compliment my hostess, so I choose Mrs.Elliott on my side." "Oh, you choose me, father," cried Marian, "do choose me." "Owing to certain insidious wire-pulling I'm forced to choose Miss Marian Elliott," said Uncle Charley, pinching his daughter's ear.
"If one Mrs.Elliott is a good thing," said Mr.Fairfield, "I am sure two would be better, and so I choose Grandma Elliott to add to my collection of great minds." "Frank, my son," said Uncle Charley, "don't think for a moment that I am choosing you merely because you are the Last of the Mohicans.

Far from it.

I have wanted you from the beginning, and I'm proud to impress your noble intellect in my cause." "Thank you, sir," said Frank, "and if our side can't induce Patty to stay in Vernondale, it won't be for lack of good strong arguments forcibly presented." "Modest boy!" said his mother, "You seem quite to forget your wise and clever opponents." In great glee the debaters took their places on either side of the library table, while Patty, being judge, was escorted with much ceremony to a seat at the head.

An old parlour-croquet mallet was found for her, with which she rapped on the table after the manner of a grave and dignified chairman.
"The meeting will please come to order," she said, "and the secretary will please read the minutes of the last meeting." "The secretary regrets to report," said Frank, rising, "that the minutes of the last meeting fell down the well.

Although rescued, they were afterward chewed up by the puppy, and are at present somewhat illegible.
If the honourable judge will excuse the reading of the minutes, the secretary will be greatly obliged." "The minutes are excused," said Patty, "and we will proceed at once to more important business.