about you, and because—well, my dear, I can't give any more reasons; they are obvious. You must know them as well as I do."
I was disappointed. "Tell me, Letty," I asked, "was this a representative party? Was it an average affair?"
"Far above the average, my dear," was Letty's prompt response. "There was at least a man to every two girls, which is unusual, there being generally about seventeen times as many women as men. Then the men were really very nice. Mrs. Bouverie deserves great credit for her selection. The wallflowers were composed of those who deserved to be wallflowers, which is worth noting. The supper was excellent, the floor good, the music admirable, and the arrangements perfect."
Miss Bishop folded her hands after these dogmatic utterances, and half closing her eyes looked at me through her heavy eyelashes. I fidgetted and was uncomfortable.
"If the selection of men were really good," I said thoughtfully and grammatically, "I never want to see a bad selection. Letty, every one of
