"For my part I think it would be much nicer to stay at home.

We have so much to tell you." Dinner was a merry meal.

Mr.Southard, who in the meantime had come in from the theatre, became so absorbed in the conversation of his young guests that both he and his sister forgot the time.

The entrance into the dining room of James, his valet, with his hat and coat, and the warning words, "Ten minutes past seven, sir," caused him to spring from his chair, glance at his watch with a rueful smile, and hurry out to where his car stood waiting for him.
"It's nice to be an idol of the public, but it's hard on the idol just the same," sighed Grace, as the door closed after him.

"Shall we see him again to-night ?" "You may stay up and wait for him if you wish," returned Miss Southard, "but it will be after midnight.