Always dainty, and prettily dressed, she was in speckless and starchy white to-day, and a refreshing picture she made, with the new-shorn and powerfully scented Mitchy-Mitch clinging to her hand.

They had stolen up behind the toiler, and now stood laughing together in sweet merriment.

Since the passing of Penrod's Rupe Collins period he had experienced some severe qualms at the recollection of his last meeting with Marjorie and his Apache behaviour; in truth, his heart instantly became as wax at sight of her, and he would have offered her fair speech; but, alas! in Marjorie's wonderful eyes there shone a consciousness of new powers for his undoing, and she denied him opportunity.
"Oh, OH!" she cried, mocking his pained outcry.

"What a way for a LITTLE GENTLEMAN to talk! Little gentleman don't say wicked----" "Marjorie!" Penrod, enraged and dismayed, felt himself stung beyond all endurance.

Insult from her was bitterer to endure than from any other.
"Don't you call me that again!" "Why not, LITTLE GENTLEMAN ?" He stamped his foot.