dear little vacillating, weak-minded ma," said Sandy cheerfully.

"No; but, seriously, don't you both think it's outrageous?" Mrs.
Salisbury asked, looking from one to the other.

"No-o; I see the girl's point," Kane Salisbury said thoughtfully.
"What she does with her afternoons off is her own affair, after all;
and you can't blame her, if a chance to step out of the groove comes
along, for taking advantage of it. Strictly, you have no call to
interfere."

"Legally, perhaps I haven't," his wife conceded calmly. "But, thank
goodness, my home is not yet a court of law. Besides, Daddy, if one
of the young men in the bank did something of which you disapproved,
you would feel privileged to interfere."

"If he did something WRONG, Sally, not otherwise."

"And you would be perfectly satisfied to meet your janitor somewhere
at dinner?"

"No; the janitor's colored, to begin with, and, more than that, he
isn't the type one meets. But, if he qualified otherwise, I wouldn't
mind meeting him just because he happened to be the janitor. Now,
young Forrest turns up at the club for golf, and Sandy and I
picked Fred Hall up the other day, coming back from the river." Kane
Salisbury, leaning back in his chair, watched the rings of smoke
that rose from his cigar. "It's a funny thing about you women," he
said lazily. "You keep wondering why smart girls won't go into
housework, and yet, if you get a girl who isn't a mere stupid