literally flying to her rescue and carrying her off under the
creature's nose. Why, it's perfectly wonderful! I can hardly wait to
hear the truth about it. Talk about the prince on a milk-white steed
that always rescued the princess--Ben in his aeroplane makes _him_ look
like thirty cents."

"Tut, tut," said Mrs. Barry; "you know I don't like slang."

The girlish voice laughed. "But, dear Mrs. Barry, 'marry come up' and
'ods bodikins' were probably slang in the day of the spear and shield.
When may I see you and hear about it?"

This direct question forced Mrs. Barry to a decision. The impossible
Charlotte Whipp, who had not hesitated to tell her regal self of her
son's attentions to the waif, had doubtless poured enough of the yeast
of gossip into eager ears to set the whole village to swelling with
curiosity, and her dignity as well as Ben's depended on the attitude she
took at the present moment.

Her rather stiff and formal voice took on a more confidential tone. "I'm
going to ask you to wait a few days, Adele. We have been passing through
rather stirring times. I thank your mother very much for her kind offer,
but it seemed best for Miss Melody to go to the sea, at least for a few
days. You know what an excellent soul Miss Upton is. Miss Melody knew
her before, and as the girl was a good deal upset by some exciting
experiences, and as I was a complete stranger, Miss Upton stepped into
the breach. Please don't believe the exaggerated stories that may be
going about. Ben was able to do the young lady a favor, that is all. As
you say, she is very charming to look upon. We shall all know her better
after a while."

"Well, just one thing before you hang up, dear Mrs. Barry. I know you
will excuse my asking it, because I know your standards, and you have
been an even stronger influence upon me socially than my own mother; but
is--is Miss Melody the sort of girl you will entertain as an--an equal?
or does she--it sounds horrid to ask it--or does she belong more in good
Miss Upton's class?"

Mrs. Barry ground her teeth together, and luckily the wall of her
reception room was of tough stuff or her look would have withered it.
She had a mental flashlight of Geraldine serving trippers with ice-cream
cones behind Miss Upton's counter.

"My dear," she said suavely, "do you sound a little bit snobbish?"

"No more than you have taught me to be," was the prompt reply. "I want
to behave toward Miss Melody just as you wish