She's one of the girls in his class at school." "Well, that's just like a boy; pick out some putty-faced flirt to take to church!" "Oh, she's quite pretty--in that way!" said his wife, deprecatingly.

"Of course that's the danger with public schools.

It would be pleasanter if he'd taken a fancy to someone whose family belongs to our own circle." "'Taken a fancy'!" he echoed, hooting.

"Why, he's terrible! He looked like a red-gilled goldfish that's flopped itself out of the bowl.

Why, he--" "I _say_ I wish if he felt that he had to take girls anywhere," said Mrs.Milholland, with the primmest air of speaking to the point--"if this sort of thing _must_ begin, I wish he might have selected some nice girl among the daughters of our own friends, like Dora Yocum, for instance." Upon the spot she began to undergo the mortification of a mother who has expected her son, just out of infancy, to look about him with the eye of a critical matron of forty-five.