A REAL POEM "It's simply absurd of you, Patty," said Elise, as they reached home after the circus, "to let Ray Rose off so easily.

She cut up an awfully mean trick, and she ought to be made to suffer for it." "Now, now, Elise, it's my own little kettle of fish, and you must keep out of it.

You see, it makes a difference who does a thing.

If Ray Rose were an intimate friend of mine, I should resent her performance and make a fuss about it.

But she is such a casual acquaintance,--why, probably I shall never see her again after I go away from Lakewood,--and so I consider it better judgment to ignore her silly prank, rather than stir up a fuss about it." "I don't agree with you, you're all wrong; but tell me the whole story.
What did she do ?" "You see, she was determined to do that hoop dance, and the only way she could think of, to get me out of it, was to get me over to her house and lock me up there.