I've been plagued with so many undersized and round-shouldered noblemen that I'm beginning to wonder whether the aristocracy gets proper nourishment.

How tall is Lord Tulliwuddle ?" "Six feet and half an inch." "That's something more like!" said Ri; and his sister smiled her acquiescence.
"And does he weigh up to it ?" she inquired.
"Fourteen, twelve, and three-quarters." "What's that in pounds, Ri?
We don't count people in stones in America." A tense frown, a nervous twitching of the lip, and in an instant the young financier produced the answer: "Two hundred and nine pounds all but four ounces." "Well," said Eleanor, "it all depends on how he holds himself.

That's a lot to carry for a young man." "He holds himself like one of his native pine-trees, Miss Maddison!" She clapped her hands.
"Now I call that just a lovely metaphor, Count Bunker!" she cried.
"Oh, if he's going to look like a pine, and walk like the pipers at the Torrydhulish gathering, and really be a chief like Fergus MacIvor or Roderick Dhu, I do believe I'll actually fall in love with him!" "Say, Count," interposed Ri, "I guess we've heard he's half German." "It was indeed in Germany that he learned his thorough grasp of politics, statesmanship, business, and finance, and acquired his lofty ambitions and indomitable perseverance." "He'll do, Eleanor," said the young man.

"That's to say, if he is anything like the prospectus." His sister made no immediate reply.

She seemed to be musing--and not unpleasantly.
At that moment a motor car passed the window.
"My!" exclaimed Eleanor, "I'd quite forgot! That will be to take the Honorable Stanley to the station.