were very nice people, but somehow they did not 'get on' in Boston."
"Don't you think that the Hub is a pretty hard place for any stranger to 'get on' in?"
Mr. Curtis Sears was the speaker. He was a young Bostonian, with a cold thoughtful face, who looked as if he had been fed on ice-water during his infancy, instead of the less chilly fluid provided by nature for the human young. His question was answered by the handsome brusque lady.
"Yes, Mr. Sears, I quite agree with you. A stranger who comes to Boston for a few weeks, if he brings proper letters, is sure to receive a great deal of attention. We like a lion immensely. But with people who come to live amongst us, it is a very different matter. Then it is not a question of an acquaintanceship of a few weeks, but a permanent one. That makes such a difference."
"One of my old classmates at college married last year, and brought his wife, who was a New York belle, to Boston. She hap-
