"Here are the hats!" cried Indiana, as Kitty, the maid, entered staggering under the weight of a number of boxes. They all became immediately interested in the absorbing question of spring headgear. "How do you like this?" inquired Mrs. Bunker, perching a black net concoction on her carefully dressed head. "Very becoming!" answered Indiana, after a critical inspection. "Suits you fine, grandma!" said Stillwater. "Shows what you all know!" remarked Mrs. Bunker, looking in the glass. "It’s entirely too old for me." She placed it on her daughter’s smooth brown coils. "Ah!" cried Stillwater admiringly. His wife, sitting under inspection, looked inquiringly at Indiana. A mirror held no significance for Mrs. Stillwater. She was always supremely satisfied with whatever her family approved of, for her, in the way of personal adornment. "I’ll take that hat for ma," said Indiana. "It’s all right." "Yes, Mary can afford to wear it," said Mrs. Bunker. "I’m not young enough for a hat like that." "Ladies," exclaimed Mr. Stillwater, looking at his watch. "This is a pretty interesting show, but excuse me for the liberty of reminding you that there’s another, starting at a quarter past eight, at which we’ve made a solemn resolution to be present." "Hear! Hear!" cried Indiana. "It is now seven o’clock. Of course you don’t take as long to dress as I do." He made quickly for the door. "Not a bit longer than other women," cried Indiana. "Well, we’ll leave that question open," said Mr. Stillwater, disappearing. That evening, as they were stepping from the elevator in their wraps, ready for the theatre, Mrs. Bunker uttered an exclamation of intense surprise. "Lord Canning!" "Mrs. Bunker; I am delighted!" "And Lord Stafford, too!" She shook hands with an elderly gentleman, slightly foppish in appearance. "Well, of all people in the world, to meet you here to-night. I’m just ready to faint." "Don’t! Don’t! Mrs. Bunker," said Lord Stafford, with a laugh of intense enjoyment. "Lord Stafford; Lord Canning; my son-in-law, Mr. Stillwater; my daughter, Mrs. Stillwater, and my grand-daughter, Miss Stillwater." "Indiana," thought Lord Canning, as he bowed ceremoniously. "These gentlemen were my constant companions at Cannes last year," said Mrs. Bunker. "We and the Jennings’ were together most of the time." "I’m glad to know you, gentlemen! My mother-in-law’s often talked about your kind attention to her abroad." "Kind attention is no name for it," said Mrs. Bunker. "They gave me the best time I ever had. And now that I’ve caught them on American ground, I intend to repay it with interest." "I assure you, Mrs. Bunker, you need feel no sense of obligation," said Lord Canning. "Your companionship was a source of unfailing pleasure." "What do you think of this big town, Lord Canning?" said Mr. Stillwater, indicating his surroundings by a comprehensive wave of the hand. "Extraordinary!" answered Lord Canning.