edly, "don't you know you
shouldn't make personal remarks?"

"Eh?" Mary Rose's attention was centered in the well she was making in
her ice cream for the chocolate syrup.

"You shouldn't talk of people's hair and eyes." The rebuke was far more
feeble than Miss Thorley had meant it to be.

"You shouldn't!" Mary Rose was so surprised that she left the well
half made. "Why, in Mifflin when we liked the way a friend looked we
always told them."

Miss Thorley pushed away her sundae. "Mary Rose, if you say Mifflin
again, I'll scream."

Mary Rose's cheeks turned as pink as Miss Thorley's cheeks had turned.
"That's what Aunt Kate says sometimes, but if you like a place the way
I like Mifflin you just have to talk about it. It's--it's in your
heart."

"Talk about it to me, Mary Rose," Mr. Jerry offered kindly. "It
doesn't make me cross to hear of a place where people are kind and
friendly. My conscience is perfectly clear." He spoke as if he were
very proud of his clear conscience.

Miss Thorley pushed back her chair. "It doesn't make me cross," she
said, "only----"

They waited courteously to hear what would follow "only," but nothing
ever did. Miss Thorley just jumped up and said instead that really
they must go. Mr. Jerry's eyes twinkled as he agreed with her.

It was far more pleasant riding to town in Mr. Jerry's automobile than
it would have been in the crowded street car. Mary Rose called Miss
Thorley's attention to the crowd as she snuggled close to her in the
spacious tonneau.

"I'm playing it's mine," she whispered, "and that Mr. Jerry is my own
driver. Wouldn't it be fun to drive with him forever and ever?"

Mr. Jerry heard her and sharpened his ears for the answer.

"You'd get tired riding forever with anyone, Mary Rose. There is only
one thing that people never get tired of."

"What's that?" Mary Rose hungered to hear.

"Work." Mr. Jerry sniffed. They could hear him in the tonneau.

Mary Rose shook her head. "Gladys' mother did. She said she had never
had enough fun to know whether she would get tired of it or not, but
she'd had plenty of chance to know there were some things she never
wanted to see again, and one of them was work and the other was the red
and black plaid silk dress that the dressmaker spoiled."

Mr. Jerry chuckled on the front seat and after a second Miss Thorley
laughed, too.

"Mary Rose," she said very distinctly, "I'll have to give you a broader
vision.