. Le Saturday Evening Post. des herhat. Si vous donne pa plus de ses sornettes, Featherstone,vous venez d'influence sa tête. Son la seule chose qui n'himany bon, dit-elle à l'imprudence d'un parlant du ton de la rigueur du climat. Pansy était un peu surpris par cette question-de-facttreatment de M. Briggs, amoureuse mais elle saidcalmly : Je vais, Mlle. Si une fille clouted sa tête en Bootle, une douzaine de n,dit Poppy dans un ton de réminiscence imprudente. Et somedidnt-et ma avait à leur influence, elle est allée sur. Il me semblait que Pansy bouteille doit être un plutôt purpleplace. De co

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. The Saturday evening post. out of herhat. If pa gives you any more of his nonsense, Featherstone, you just clout his head. Its the only thing that does himany good, she said in the careless tone of one speaking ofthe inclemency of the English climate. Pansy was a little taken aback by this matter-of-facttreatment of Mr. Briggs amorous endeavor, but she saidcalmly: I will, miss. If one girl clouted his head in Bootle, a dozen did, said Poppy in a tone of careless reminiscence. And somedidnt—and ma had to clout them, she went on. It seemed to Pansy that Bootle must be a rather purpleplace. Of course that was in the old days before he made sucha lot of money, said Poppy, still in the historic vein. Shetook off her hat and added: Not that hes any betternow. It must be rather—rather trying, said Pansy in asympathetic voice. Some comment seemed to be required. Some men are like that, said Poppy in the tone of oneexperienced but indifferent. I must say pas a fairterror, though. I want a hat with a broader brim. This. If You Wilt Co and Behave Like a Bull In a China Shop, Pa, Its Only What YouSaid Poppy With Filial Clear-Slghtedness scorching sun is fair ruining my complexion. Ill wear thepink one 1 got at Margate. Pansy considered the effect of the hot pink of that hatwith the mauve frock Poppy was wearing. The blue hat suits you much better, miss—the oneyou got from Madame Elise, she said firmly. But pinks my favorite color, said Poppy plaintively. Very well, miss, said Pansy coldly. No, no! Get the blue—get the blue! said Poppyquickly. Pansy went to get the blue. As she went she wonderedat the purple patches in the Briggs family life. Poppywent to one of the Venetian mirrors which hung on eitherside of the fireplace. Their frames had been recentlyregilded. She surveyed her heated face and powdered hernose. Then she sighed deeply. It seemed to her that lifehad grown uncommonly difficult. Antonys long, ani-mated, whimsical face and Mr. Brackets quiet brownbeauty fl

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