ed Frances had Stone Steps
in front and a secret Entrance for lowly Trades-people at the rear.

Willoughby and his wife had the high courage of Youth and the
Financial Support of all the Money Spenders along State Street, so
they started in on Period Decoration. Each Room in the House was
supposed to stand for a Period. Some of them stood for a good deal.

A few of the Periods looked like Exclamation Points.

The young couple disregarded the Toll-Gate Period and the Log-Cabin
Period, but they worked in every one of the Louies until the Gilt
Furniture gave out.

The delighted Caller at the House beside the Lake would pass from an
East Indian Corridor through an Early Colonial Ante-Room into a
Japanese Boudoir and, after resting his Hat, would be escorted into
the Italian Renaissance Drawing-Room to meet the Hostess. From this
exquisite Apartment, which ate up one year's Rent of a popular Buffet
near Van Buren Street, there could be obtained a ravishing glimpse of
the Turkish Cozy Corner beyond, including the Battle-Axes and the Red
Lamp.

Frances soon began to hob-nob with the most delicatessen Circles,
including Families that dated back to the Fire of 1871.

She was not at all Dizzy, even when she looked down from the Mountain
Peak at her happy Birthplace, 15,000 feet below.

Willoughby turned out to be a satisfactory Housemate. His Voltage was
not high, but he always ate Peas with a Fork and never pulled at the
Leash when taken to a Musicale.

In front of each Ear he carried a neat Area of Human Ivy, so that he
could speak up at a Meeting of Directors. Until the year 1895, the
restricted Side-Whisker was an accepted Trade-Mark of Commercial
Probity.

This facial Landscaping, the Frock Coat, and a steadfast devotion to
Toilet Soap made him suitable for Exhibition Purposes.

Frances became almost fond of him, after the Honeymoon evaporated and
their Romance ripened into Acquaintanceship.

It was a gladsome day for both when she traced the Dope back through
Swigget County, Pennsylvania, and discovered that she was an
honest-to-goodness Daughter of the American Revolution.

Willoughby could not ask a representative of good old Colonial Stock
to ride around in a stingy Coupe with a Coon planted out on the
Weather-Seat.

He changed the Terms in several Leases and was enabled to slip her a
hot Surprise on the Birthday.

When she came down the Steps for the usual bowl along the Avenue, so
as to get some Fres