And now, Mrs.Manning caught a note of earnest inquiry in her companion's voice.
It was as though the girl were seeking confirmation of some purpose or decision of her own.
"Why, yes, Kitty, I liked Larry Knight very much," she answered frankly.
"He was a fine fellow in many ways--a dear, good friend.

Stanford and I are both very fond of him; they were college mates, you know.

But, my dear girl, no one could ever consider poor old Larry seriously--as a man, you know--he is so--so utterly and hopelessly worthless." "Worthless! With--how many millions is it ?" "Oh, Kitty, you know what I mean.

But, really dear, we have talked enough about Mr.Lawrence Knight.

I'm going to have another look at the cowboy.