She was particularly trying to-day." Mrs.Farron seemed to debate whether or not it would be tiresome to go thoroughly into the problem of Aunt Alberta, and to decide that it would; for she said, with an abrupt change, "Were you at this party last night that Mathilde enjoyed so much ?" "Yes," said Wayne.

"Why weren't you ?" "I wasn't asked.

It isn't the fashion to ask mothers and daughters to the same parties any more.

We dance so much better than they do." She leaned over, and rang the little enamel bell that dangled at the arm of her daughter's sofa.

"You can't imagine, Mr.Wayne, how much better I dance than Mathilde." "I hope it needn't be left to the imagination." "Oh, I'm not sure.