Your clothes are all right, my son," he quickly added, "but--well, you understand." Henry understood, but he had thought when he left New Orleans that he was well dressed.

And now for a moment he felt ragged.
"When shall we have the reception ?" Ellen asked.
"The reception," Henry repeated, looking up in alarm.
"Why, listen to him," the girl cried.

"Don't you know that we must give a reception?
Why, we couldn't get along without it; society would cut us dead.

Think how nice it will be--invitations with 'To meet Mr.
Henry Witherspoon' on them." "Must I go through that ?" Henry asked, appealing to Mrs.Witherspoon.
"Of course you must, but not until the proper time." "Why, it will be just splendid," the girl declared.

"You ought to have seen me the night society smiled and said, 'Well, we will now permit you to be one of us.' Oh, the idea of not showing you off, now that we've caught you, is ridiculous.