“only three francs for a facial or a manicure and two for a marcel. It’s like finding them.”

“If the Mediterranean gets any bluer,” said Mary, “I don’t think I can stand it, it’s so lovely.”

Mrs. Hubbell, at tea, expressed a desire to dance. Mary, at tea, desired to dance but didn’t express it. Orson J. loathed tea; and the early draying business had somewhat unfitted his sturdy legs for the lighter movements of the dance. But he wanted only their happiness. So he looked about a bit, and asked some questions, and came back.

“Seems there’s a lot of young chaps who make a business of dancing with the women-folks who haven’t dancing men along. Hotel hires ‘em. Funny to us but I guess it’s