"Why, it's only because you're related to me that _I_ pay the very _slightest_ attention to what goes on here," Florence protested. "It's my own grandfather's house, isn't it? Well, if you didn't live here, and if you wasn't my own grandfather's daughter, Aunt Julia, I wouldn't ever pay the _very_ slightest attention to you! Anyway, I don't _much_ criticize all these people that keep calling on you--anyway not half as much as Herbert does. Herbert thinks he always hass to act so critical, now his voice is changing." "At your age," said Julia, "my mind was on my schoolbooks." "Why, Aunt Julia!" Florence exclaimed in frank surprise. "Grandpa says just the opposite from that. I've heard him say, time and time and time again, you always _were_ this way, ever since you were four years old." "What way?" asked her aunt. "Like you are now, Aunt Julia. Grandpa says by the time you were fourteen it got so bad he had to get a new front gate, the way they leaned on it. He says he hoped when you grew up he'd get a little peace in his own house, but he says it's worse, and never for one minute the livelong day can he----" "I know," Julia interrupted. "He talks like a Christian Martyr and behaves like Nero. I might warn you to keep away from him, by the way, Florence. He says that either you or Herbert was over here yesterday and used his spectacles to cut a magazine with, and broke them. I wouldn't be around here much if I were you until he's got over it." "It must have been Herbert broke 'em," said Florence promptly. "Papa thinks it was you. Kitty Silver told him it was." "Mean ole reptile!" said Florence, alluding to Mrs. Silver; then she added serenely, "Well, grandpa don't get home till five o'clock, and it's only about a quarter of two now. Aunt Julia, what are you waitin' around here for?" "I told you; I'm going walking." "I mean: Who with?" Miss Atwater permitted herself a light moan. "With Mr. Sanders and Mr. Ridgely, Florence." Florence's eyes grew large and eager. "Why, Aunt Julia, I thought those two didn't speak to each other any more!" "They don't," Julia assented in a lifeless voice. "It just happened that Mr. Sanders and Mr. Ridgley and Mr. Dill, all three, asked me to take a walk this afternoon at two o'clock." "But Noble Dill isn't going?" "No," said Julia. "I was fortunate enough to remember that I'd already promised someone else when he asked me. That's what I didn't remember when Mr. Ridgely asked me." "I'd have gone with Noble Dill," Florence said firmly. "Noble Dill is my Very Ideal! I'd marry him to-morrow." "It seems to me," her aunt remarked, "I heard your mother telling somebody the other day that you had said the same thing about the King of Spain." Florence laughed. "Oh, that was only a passing fancy," she said lightly. "Aunt Julia, what's Newland Sanders supposed to do?" "I think he hasn't entered any business or profession yet."