Not meeting any remonstrance she made quite a speech on the
familiarity of young ladies, their want of dignity, and ended in a
grand peroration upon the conceit of the young men, their vicious
habits and all short-comings she could bring to bear upon the
subject.
But Miss Dorothy's speech was unhappily chosen, and therefore "lost
its sweetness upon a desert air."
"Sour grapes," whispered a pretty miss of sixteen to her elder
sister, as they stood apart from the others and watched the effect
of the oration.
As we glance towards the said Miss Simpkins and watch the game for a
few moments, we feel certain that Hubert Tracy is not deeply
concerned whether he win or lose. He is evidently studying a deeper
game--one on which he would willingly stake all he possessed.
"Now, Mr. Tracy, that was mine as it lay!" cried his partner,
somewhat petulantly, as she noted the mistake.
"Never mind this time; I will look out better again," said the
culprit, his penitential look being sufficient apology for a more
grievous offence.
"If I didn't know you better, Tracy, I would say you were in love,"
exclaimed a fashionable young man, engaged as bookkeeper in one of
the largest wholesale firms in the city.
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