NO CINDERELLA
"I used to detest you; we forget only those we loved."
Enter one of the pumpkins, a young fellow about twenty. Hang it, I was always being interrupted by some callow youth!
"Here's your confounded shoe, Bett. I've[Pg 111] had a deuce of a time finding it." He tossed the slipper cavalierly into her lap.
"Young man," said I severely, "you will never succeed with the ladies."
"The lady happens to be my sister,"
—haughtily.
"Pardon me!"—contritely. "I should have remembered that sisters don't belong."
The girl laughed and pushed out one
