This lady," indicating Mrs.
Glenn, "you ought to know, as you were acquainted with her in her girlhood." "Do you know me, Mrs.Mack ?" asked Mrs.Glenn, offering her hand.
"Yes, you look as natural as the pigs," was the rather startling reply; accompanied, however, by a smile and cordial shake of the offered hand.
"Now, we'll take the money first to make sure of it," was the next remark, addressed to the company in general.
"What is your admission fee ?" asked Mr.Dinsmore, producing his pocketbook.
"Fifteen cents apiece." "By no means exorbitant if your collection is worth seeing," he returned, good-humoredly.

"Never mind your purses, Elsie, Raymond, Ned, I'll act as paymaster for the party." The all-important business of collecting the entrance fees having been duly attended to, Mrs.Mack led the way to an upper room where minerals, shells, sharks' teeth, and various other curiosities and relics were spread out upon tables and shelves, ranged along the sides and in the centre of the apartment.
"Now," she said, "the first thing is to register your names.

You must all register.

You begin," handing the book to Mr.Dinsmore, "you seem to be the oldest." "I presume I am," he said, dryly, taking the book and doing as he was bidden.

"Now, you, Raymond," passing it on to the captain, "we'll take it for granted that you are next in age and importance." "That's right, captain," laughed Betty, as he silently took the book and wrote his name, "it wouldn't be at all polite to seem to think yourself younger than any lady present." "Of course not, Miss Betty; will you take your turn next ?" "Of course not, sir; do you mean to insinuate that I am older than Aunt Rose ?" she asked, passing the book on to Mrs.Dinsmore.
"Don't be too particular about going according to ages," said Mrs.Mack, "it takes up too much time." "You may write my name for me, Ned," said Zoe, when he took the book.
"Yes, write your sister's name for her; it'll do just as well," said Mrs.Mack.
"But I'm not his sister," said Zoe.
"What, then?
is he your lover ?" "No," Edward said, laughing, "we're husband and wife." "You've begun young," she remarked, taking the book and passing it on; "don't look as if you'd cut your wisdom teeth yet, either of you.