a cycle!"

"I often wonder who is going to read 'em all and do the work."

This brought us to Clay's, Carry supporting me on her arm, and thus
ended her discourse.

Dora stayed for tea, but it was a dull meal, as Dawn now appeared
desirous of repelling him.

Andrew, who on account of his drubbing had been very subdued during
dinner, had regained his usual form, and when Uncle Jake, to whom the
freeing of women seemed an unabating irritation, remarked--

"Who's this young Walker? All the women will be mad for him because
he's good-looking and got a soft tongue. They ought to stick to the
present member who is known, this other fellow hasn't been heard of;"
his grand-nephew replied--

"Like Uncle Jake; he's been in the municipal council fifteen years and
never got heard of; he ought to put up an' see would the women go for
him, because he's never been heard of an' is a bit good-lookin'."

"Well, there's one thing to his credit, an' that is, he's lived over
sixty years an' never been heard of stealing fruit out of people's
gardens, an' as for looks--'Han'some is who han'some does,'" said
grandma, which effected the collapse of Andrew. In the Clay household
there were ever current reminders of the truth of the old proverb,
warning people in glass-houses to abstain from stone-throwing.

Dawn did not appear before me that night until I opened my door and
called--

"Lady Fair, the kimono awaits thy perfumed presence!"

"I don't want to come to-night; I feel as scotty as a bear with a sore
head."

"But I want you--youth must ever give way to grey hairs."

With that she appeared, and throwing herself backward on my bed,
thrust her arms crossly above her head amid a tumble of soft bright
hair.

"Youth, health, beauty, and lovers not lacking, what excuse have you
for being out of tune? I want you to pilot me to tea at Grosvenor's
to-morrow evening. Miss Grosvenor has invited you, Ernest, and
myself."

"She just wants Ernest--she's terribly fond of the men."

"Well, did you ever see a normal girl who wasn't, and Mr Ernest is a
man worth being fond of--I dearly love him myself."

"Pooh! I don't see anything nice about him," said Dawn aggressively.

"But you'll come to tea, won't you?"

"No, I can't. I never go to Grosvenors. Grandma doesn't care for them.
She says he was only a pig buyer, and settled down there about the
time she came here, and now they try to ape the swells and put on
airs. They only come he