Grace Dodge was an amiable, democratic, capable girl who had gone through college with honors, and yet had not gained a false impression of the importance conferred by a little wealth.
"Grace, I believe you're laughing at me!" dared the young man exasperatedly.
"No; I'm not laughing.

I'm sorry," sighed the young woman.

"But I can imagine that a good many are laughing, this morning, and that the number will grow.

Bert, dear, do you think any young man can hope to be very highly esteemed when he sets his own importance above the good name and success of his school ?" Bert did not answer, but quit the house moodily.

He encountered some of "his own set," but they were not a very cheerful-looking lot that morning.