Just got to hope he'll learn better, I suppose." "Of course he didn't want to go to the Palmers'," Alice explained, tolerantly--"and as mama and I made him take me, and he thought that was pretty selfish in me, why, he felt he had a right to amuse himself any way he could.

Of course it was awful that this--that this Mr.Russell should----" In spite of her, the recollection choked her.
"Yes, it was awful," Adams agreed.

"Just awful.

Oh, me, my!" But Alice recovered herself at once, and showed him a cheerful face.
"Well, just a few years from now I probably won't even remember it! I believe hardly anything amounts to as much as we think it does at the time." "Well--sometimes it don't." "What I've been thinking, papa: it seems to me I ought to DO something." "What like ?" She looked dreamy, but was obviously serious as she told him: "Well, I mean I ought to be something besides just a kind of nobody.

I ought to----" She paused.
"What, dearie ?" "Well--there's one thing I'd like to do.