Now, Francesca, it's your turn!" "I am American to the backbone," she declared, with insufferable dignity.

"I do not desire any foreign ancestors." "Francesca!" I expostulated.

"Do you mean to tell me that you can dine with a lineal descendant of Sir Fitzroy Donald Maclean, Baronet, of Duart and Morven, and not make any effort to trace your genealogy back further than your parents ?" "If you goad me to desperation," she answered, "I will wear an American flag in my hair, declare that my father is a Red Indian, or a pork-packer, and talk about the superiority of our checking system and hotels all the evening.

I don't want to go, any way.

It is sure to be stiff and ceremonious, and the man who takes me in will ask me the population of Chicago and the amount of wheat we exported last year,--he always does." "I can't see why he should," said I."I am sure you don't look as if you knew." "My looks have thus far proved no protection," she replied sadly.
"Salemina is so flexible, and you are so dramatic, that you enter into all these experiences with zest.