MRS.

CLINTON'S PARTY.
When Oscar and Harry reached home they were met by Maud, who flourished in her hand what appeared to be a note.
"What is it, Maud ?" asked Oscar.

"A love-letter for me ?" "Don't flatter yourself, Oscar.

No girl would be so foolish as to write you a love-letter.

It is an invitation to a party on Saturday evening." "Where ?" "At Mrs.Clinton's." "I think I will decline," said Oscar.