"That butler of mine is growing absolutely _wuthless_." "Then perhaps we can have something better," her guest responded readily, and he picked up the battered old tin can.

"Permit me, Miss Cary, to offer you a glass of fine old blackberry wine which I carefully brought with me to your beautiful home.

It has been in my family wine cellars since 1838.
"Well--" he cried, as Virgie suddenly sat back with a look of painful recollection on her face.
"Oh, Daddy," she murmured pathetically, "_don't_ let's call it _blackberry_ wine." "Forgive me, darling," her father said tenderly, and he took the small face between his hands and kissed her.

"There, now--it's all right.

It's _all right_." To create a diversion he looked behind him with a frown and spoke with great severity to an imaginary waiter.
"Here, _Jo_! How dare you bring such terribly reminiscent stuff to our table.