"That man who was driving the long roller, and with whom you were indignant because he wouldn't get out of our way, is the president of the company." "That needn't make him so uncivil," said Rose, poutingly, "for if it comes to that you're the LANDLORD," she added triumphantly.
"No," said the major, good-humoredly.

"I am simply the man driving the lighter and more easily-managed team for pleasure, and he's the man driving the heavier and more difficult machine for work.

It's for me to get out of his way; and looked at in the light of my being THE LANDLORD it is still worse, for as we're working 'on shares' I'm interrupting HIS work, and reducing HIS profits merely because I choose to sacrifice my own." I need not say that those atrociously leveling sentiments were received by the young ladies with that feminine scorn which is only qualified by misconception.

Rose, who, under the influence of her hostess, had a vague impression that they sounded something like the French Revolution, and that Adele must feel like the Princess Elizabeth, rushed to her relief like a good girl.

"But, major, now, YOU'RE a gentleman, and if YOU had been driving that roller, you know you would have turned out for us." "I don't know about that," said the major, mischievously; "but if I had, I should have known that the other fellow who accepted it wasn't a gentleman." But Rose, having sufficiently shown her partisanship in the discussion, after the feminine fashion, did not care particularly for the logical result.