"It's all right.

It's only Dick, you know, my son Dick; and bless my heart, the boy's good taste too.

He inherited it." "Take my arm or let me take yours," muttered De Forest to Bell as Mr.
Hardcastle turned away, "and do let's get through it with his good lady.

Do you suppose she'll kiss me?
Get her to make it easy for me, won't you ?" "Where now ?" asked Bell, undecidedly, after the due politenesses with the hostess had been exchanged.

The woods were fairly ablaze with bonfires and hanging lanterns, making a strangely brilliant and fantastic scene.
Here and there rugs were spread out on the grass for the older people to congregate upon in gossiping groups, while the young ones had speedily converted a large, smooth spot of lawn into an impromptu dancing-ground, and were whirling merrily away to the music of the band, in the very face of the scandalized Mrs.Upjohn.This last field of action was the first to attract Bell's quick eye.