It only costs $25 to do it----" "That's all right," said Scott, reddening, "but possibly they may have read my paper on the Prionians in the last Yonkers _Magazine of Science_.

It wasn't a perfectly rotten paper, was it, Kathleen ?" "It was mighty clever!" she said warmly.

"Don't mind those two scoffers, Scott.

If you take my advice you will join this East Orange Society.
That would make six scientific societies he has joined since Christmas," she continued, turning on Duane with severe pride; adding, "and there's a different coloured ribbon decoration for his buttonhole from each society." But Duane and Geraldine were very disrespectful; they politely offered each other memberships in all sorts of societies, including one yard of ribbon decoration, one sleigh-bell, and five green trading stamps, until Scott hurled an orange at Duane, who caught it and blew a kiss at him as recompense.
Then they went outside, on Scott's curt invitation, and wrestled and scuffled and scrubbed each other's faces with snow like schoolboys, until, declaring they were hungry again, they came back to the breakfast-room and demanded more muffins and sausages and coffee.
Kathleen rang and, leaning over, handed Geraldine a brief letter from Rosalie Dysart: "Do you think Geraldine would ask me up for a few days ?" it began.
"I'm horribly lonesome and unhappy and I'm being talked about, and I'd rather be with you wholesome people than with anybody I know, if you don't mind my making a refuge of your generosity.

I'm a real victim of that dreadful sheet in town, which we all have a contempt for and never subscribe to, and which some of us borrow from our maids or read at our modistes--the sheet that some of us are genuinely afraid of--and part of our fear is that it may neglect us! You know, don't you, what really vile things it is saying about me?
If you don't, your servants do.
"So if you'd rather not have me, I won't be offended, and, anyway, you are dear and decent people and I love you.
"ROSALIE DENE." "How funny," mused Geraldine.