CHAPTER XIV.
Europe and the bright American Girl.
"How does she do it ?" That is what the European girl wants to know.

The American girl! She comes over here, and, as a British matron, reduced to slang by force of indignation, once exclaimed to me: "You'd think the whole blessed show belonged to her." The European girl is hampered by her relatives.

She has to account for her father: to explain away, if possible, her grandfather.

The American girl sweeps them aside: "Don't you worry about them," she says to the Lord Chamberlain.

"It's awfully good of you, but don't you fuss yourself.