"It won't do to snub her, and I don't know any other way.

I wish I could see Holland for about five minutes.

He'd think of a plan." So absorbed was she in her problem that she forgot to ask whether the kid or the satin slippers had been chosen, and she went down to lunch still revolving her trouble in her mind.

On the dining-room wall opposite her place at table were two fine old engravings, illustrating the fable of the famous dinners given by the Fox and the Stork.

In the first the stork strove vainly to fill its bill at the flat dish from which the fox lapped eagerly, while in the companion picture the fox sat by disconsolate while the stork dipped into the high slim pitcher, which the hungry guest could not reach.
Mary had noticed the pictures in a casual way every time she took a seat at the table, for the beast and the bird were old acquaintances.