And, will you believe me, mamma, she is _encouraging_ him! Positively! Why--why, it's utterly contemptible! Oh, dear, what are we to do ?" Mrs.Rodney looked blankly at her daughter, who had thrown herself in a chair.

She gasped and then gave vent to a tremulous squeak.
"In love! Your father?
With whom--who is she ?" "Father?
Oh, Lord, mother, I didn't say anything about father.

Don't cry! It's another man altogether." "Not Freddie Ulstervelt ?" quavered Mrs.Rodney, pulling herself together.

"After all he has said to you--" "No, no, mamma," cried her daughter irritably.

"Freddie may be in love with her, but he's not the only one.