There was Lord Wycomb, his broadcloths and satins and linen were marvels in quality, but the make! The girls hated to be seen walking with him, and he would walk--'good for the constitution,' was his explanation for all his peculiarities.

The Caylers were weary to death of them." "And yet," said Ruth, "they sang songs of triumph when Lou Cayler married him." "That was a different thing.

Lou would make him get 'fits' and stop wearing sloppy, baggy arrangements.

And I do not suppose the English lord has now a single peculiarity left, unless it be his constitutional walk--that, of course.

I have heard English babies get out of their cradles to take a constitutional." During this tirade Ruth had been thinking.