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She was so earnest in her satire, so full of scorn and so serious in her

, and there was such a contrast bethat she said and her

person; she looked so preeminently the pretty marquise, all silks and

softness, the little exquisite, so essentially to be waited on and helped,

to have cloaks thrown over the dampness for her to tread upon, to be run

about for--he could see half a dozen youths rushing about for her ices,

for her carriage, for her chaperone, for her wrap, at dances--that to save

his life he could not repress a chuckle He ed to make it inaudible,

however; and it was as well that he did

"I understand your love of newspaper work," she went on, less vehemently,

but not less earnestly "I have alanted to do it myself, wanted to

i one's

living And I know I could do it Why don't youone's living" was too ave

the impression of riches, not only for the fine texture and fashioning of

her garments, but one felt that luxuries had wrapped her from her birth

He had not had much time to wonder what she did in Plattville; it had

occurred to him that it was a little odd that she could plan to spend any

extent of time there, even if she had liked Minnie Briscoe at school He

felt that she must have been sheltered and petted and waited on all her

life; one could not help yearning to wait on her