"I suppose that was Mr.
Blumenthal to whom you nodded several times, and who followed you to the carriage.

But, my dear, it isn't the custom for young ladies to keep nodding to young gentlemen in public places." "Isn't it?
I didn't think anything about it," rejoined Flora.

"But Florimond isn't a gentleman.

He's an old acquaintance.

Don't you find it very tiresome, Mamita, to be always remembering what is the custom?
I'm sure _I_ shall never learn." When she went singing up stairs that night, Mrs.Delano smiled to herself as she said, "What _am_ I to do with this mercurial young creature?
What an overturn she makes in all my serious pursuits and quiet ways! But there is something singularly refreshing about the artless little darling." Warm weather was coming, and Mrs.Delano began to make arrangements for passing the summer at Newport; but her plans were suddenly changed.