And he was wondering why a girl who had so many of the attributes of a boy should be so much more fascinating than any mere girl.

"There are two kinds of girl," he had heard an older officer once say.

"There are girls, and then there is Katie Jones." He had condemned that as distinctly maudlin at the time, but recalled it to-night with less condemnation.
"Katie," exclaimed Wayne, after his sister had read aloud some one's engagement from the Army and Navy Register, and wondered vehemently how those two people ever expected to live together, "Nora's out on the side porch with Watts!" "Do you disapprove of this affair between Nora and Watts ?" Katie wanted to know, critically inspecting the design on her coffee spoon.
"I distinctly disapprove of having some one coughing in the room upstairs and not being satisfied who the some one is!" She leaned forward, pointing her spoon at him earnestly.

"Wayne, they say there are some excellent nerve specialists in Chicago.

I'd advise you to take the night train.