"Now, it seems to me, I don't care to go with Janet." "Not to oblige me--very particularly?
I want you to go.

I want you to see for yourself, Del." She laughed.

"Then I'll go--but only because you ask it." * * * * * That was indeed an elegant company at Besancon--elegant in dress, elegant in graceful carelessness of manners, elegant in graceful sinuosities of cleverly turned phrases.

But after the passing of the first and second days' sensations, Hiram and Ellen Ranger's daughter began to have somewhat the same feeling she remembered having as a little girl, when she went to both the afternoon and the evening performances of the circus.

These people, going through always the same tricks in the same old narrow ring of class ideas, lost much of their charm after a few repetitions of their undoubtedly clever and attractive performance; she even began to see how they would become drearily monotonous.