"But I don't! You see, my début meant so much more to me than my commencement, that all I ever learned at college flew out of my head to make room for all I'm going to learn in society." "Have you much left to learn?" asked Elise, looking at the piquant face that seemed to show its owner decidedly conversant with the ways of the world,--at least, her own part in it. "Oh, indeed, yes! I only know how to smile and dance. I'm going to learn flirting, coquetry and getting engaged!" "You're ambitious, little one," remarked Van Reypen. "Have you chosen your instructors?" "I'm sure you won't need any," put in Elise, who was already jealous of Philip's interested looks at the new girl. "I think you could pass an efficiency examination already!" "You ought to know," said Betty, with such an innocent and demure look at Elise, that it was difficult to determine whether she meant to be impertinent or not. "Let me conduct the examination," said Philip; "shall it be public,--or will you go with me into a--a classroom?" and he looked toward the small "den" that opened from the library. "Oh, have it public!" exclaimed Mona. "Let us all hear it" "All right," and pretty Betty smiled, non-chalantly. "Go ahead, Professor." "I will. You know these examinations begin by matching words. I say one word, and you say whatever word pops into your head first." "That's easy enough. Proceed." "Arden." "Forest. I always thought this place ought to have been named the Forest of Arden, because--" "Don't talk so much. You must say one word only. Concentrate." "Silence." "Oh, concentrate wasn't the _word_! I said that to you--" "I thought you were talking to me _all_ the time!" "I am. Now be still! Horse." "How can I pass my examination if I'm to be still? Wagon." "Aeroplane." "You." "How did you know that I was an aviator?" "Never mind; go on with the game." "All right. Beaux." "Flattery." "Chaperon." "Hoodwink." "Oh, you rascal! Mother." "Father." "Father." "Money." "Soft-boiled egg." "Messy." "American Beauties." "Mr. Grant,--he often sends them to me." "Music." "Dancing." "You pass. Now for to see if you're thoroughly grounded in the common branches. Grammar, first. What's a noun, and give examples." "A noun's a name. As, candy, heart, slipper." "What's a compound noun?" "Two names,--as chicken salad,--Philip Van Reypen,--moonlight." "What's a mood?" "Something you fall into,--as a ditch,--or love." "What is an article?" "A piece of fancy work for sale at a fair." "What's a conjunction?" "Anything that joins,--as the marriage ceremony, or hooks and eyes." "Good. Now for arithmetic. If you are at home of an evening, and a chap calls on you, and then I come to call, and take half your attention from him, what is left?" "The chap!" "Right! Now, definitions. What do you mean by forever?" "Until to-morrow!" returned Betty, laughing. "Never?" "Not until to-morrow!" "How do you spell No?" "Y-e-s."