G.'-- I wish to God the girls wouldn't pick up these fellows." Alan Hawke hazarded the inquiry "Why do you permit it ?" The Chicago pork jammer thrust his hand in his pockets and whistled reflectively.

"How the deuce can I help it ?" he reflectively answered, "Mother and the girls go in for high society.

What'll you have?
You can talk French to this fellow.

Now, order up the best in the house," Alan Hawke laughed and charitably divided the hour of long waiting with the simple-hearted old father.

At half-past twelve, with a rush and a flutter, the two young falcons sailed into the main hallway and effusively bade adieu to their limp cavaliers, who slunk away, in different directions, when they observed the disgruntled parent and the heartily amused Briton.
"So they brought you home safely ?" calmly remarked Hawke, as he watched the happy father gathering his chickens unto his wing.
"We brought them home safe," cutely remarked Miss Phenie.