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He puffed at his cigar thoughtfully for a moment, then: "She wouldn't coh for her She's fly! Fly ain't the word for it We always find

her nosing and sneaking around"

"Send her back to school," said the third guest

He was a man of fifty-five, broad-shouldered, clean-shaven, who had

literally played

company when Morris first met him--Mr Tiation Departretfully, "very

useful indeed She is as pretty as a picture, I'll give her that due

Now, suppose she----"

Webber shook his head

"It's my way or no way," he said decidedly "I've been athis fellow, and I tell you I know him inside out"

"Have you been to see him?" asked the second hly "Of course I have not been

to see hi out, aren't there? He is

not the kind of lad that you can ith a woman, not if she's as

pretty as paint"

"What do they call hirin "At least, he has letters

which start 'Dear Bones,' so I suppose that's his nicknaot all the money in the world He is full of silly ass schemes, and

he's romantic"