meet so many interesting people on these big liners, especially going to the Mediterranean. Of course most of these on board are well dressed, and they're all well off, no question, or else how could they be here? But I certainly don't agree with your father: he says they're the finest lot of people he ever saw—he always says that, anyhow, wherever we go, because he always likes everybody—but I never did feel that just succeeding in business and showing it in their clothes makes people interesting. What I mean is, you can look over this whole boat and you'll scarcely see a single intellectual face."
The daughter's response was characteristic of her mood. "I wouldn't want to see it, if there were."
"Well, I would," Mrs. Tinker returned. "At first, from his looks, I thought that little fellow might be going to turn out right cultivated; but he hasn't made one interesting remark the whole way over. He don't seem to know anything about anything at all."
There came a sharpness into the daughter's voice. "Oh, yes, he does. He knows he's wonderful."
"It doesn't look like it," her mother returned;—"the way he and his two funny-looking friends keep
