You are not pressed to stay and dine, as you would have been in the old days--not because there is a lack of hospitality, but because they would prefer a little time for preparation in order that the dinner might be got up in polite style.

So you depart--chilled and depressed.

No one steps with you to open the gate and exchange a second farewell, and express a cordial wish to see you again there.

You feel that you must walk in measured step and place your hat precisely perpendicular, for the eyes of 'Society' are upon you.

What a comfort when you turn a corner behind the hedge and can thrust your hands into your pockets and whistle! The young ladies, however, still possess one thing which they cannot yet destroy--the good constitution and the rosy look derived from ancestors whose days were spent in the field under the glorious sunshine and the dews of heaven.