l of new experiences and happenings
that she had absolutely no smallest room or time for any moments of
home-sickness for the Farm. And then.... There was Mr. Bennet.

Now Arethusa honestly interested Mr. Bennet.

It was not alone her unabashed and open admiration of himself which
amused while it flattered, just a little, for he was only human; but
she had an unbounding enthusiasm for everything she saw and did which
made it a real delight to be with her anywhere, at dance, or theater or
football game or moving picture. There was nothing blase or jaded of
any of life's offerings about Arethusa. She developed, as the days
passed, into a young lady much sought after by the male of the species;
for this same quality which endeared her to Mr. Bennet brought her many
other suitors. And, argued Arethusa, being very much in love with one
Charming Person does not prevent one from having a very good time with
others of the same sex, when the opportunity is presented.

But the Core of her Heart undoubtedly remained true to her First Love,
the Wonderful Mr. Bennet.

He was still, of all the men she had met, the one whose approach made
her heart heat faster; whose voice, even coming from afar over the
telephone, had the power to make her thrill; and around whom she
builded innocent little castles in the air intended for the Perfect
Bliss of two, in which she always saw herself as the other person, and
which made her blush as she sat all alone and builded them. But even a
more sophisticated maiden than Arethusa might have been led to the
building of air castles by Mr. Bennet's manner, singling her out, as it
undoubtedly seemed to do, from among all those girls of his
acquaintance as the one with whom he most cared to be.

This affair, as it progressed, amused Ross immensely.

He teased his daughter most unmercifully about Mr. Bennet, and she
blushed and bridled over the teasing as any orthodox lovelorn miss
should, and has since the beginning of time, when the name of her
Beloved is taken in vain. There was no real harm in the object upon
which she had so settled her affections, said Ross to Arethusa. She was
only about the twenty-fifth girl, to the certain knowledge of all
Lewisburg, whom he had graciously permitted to be thus "crazy about"
his handsome self; it was a disease positively certain to attack every
debutante in the town in her turn; and so on. But Arethusa's invariable
reply to such very disagreeable remarks was t