"Perhaps I shall if I don't see any one I like better." "You must remember he is poor." "That doesn't make any difference. You can give us all the money we want." "A very satisfactory arrangement, upon my word! I am glad you don't insist upon getting married at once, but give me a few hours to get reconciled to the thought." CHAPTER XXV. ROSE WAINWRIGHT'S PARTY. As Fred would make his debut in fashionable society at Rose Wainwright's party, he was naturally solicitous to make a favorable impression. He had for some time been intending to procure a new suit, but hesitated on account of the expense. Now with a new position in prospect, and a liberal salary he no longer delayed, but purchased a neat black suit--a misfit--for seventeen dollars, and a few small articles of which he stood in need. The next thing required was to obtain some knowledge of dancing. Fortunately he was acquainted with a gentleman who gave private as well as class lessons, and was a very successful teacher. He called upon Professor Saville, and asked him if he could qualify him to make a creditable appearance at the party. "How much time have you?" asked the professor. "Ten days." "Then come to me every evening, and I will guarantee to make you more than an average dancer in that time." "And your terms?" "To you will be half price. I know very well, Fred, that you are not a millionaire, and will adapt my terms to your circumstances." Professor Saville kept his word, and when the eventful day arrived Fred felt a degree of confidence in his newly-acquired skill. When he was dressed for the party in his new suit, with a white silk tie and a pair of patent leather shoes, it would have been hard to recognize him as a poor train boy. "You look nice, Fred," said Albert. "Do I? I must give you a dime for that compliment. Now don't go and spend it for whisky." "I never drink whisky," said Albert, indignantly. "I was only joking, Bertie. Well, mother, I will bid you good-evening." "I wish you a pleasant time, Fred. Shall you be out late?" "I can't tell, mother. It is so long since I have been to a fashionable party that I have forgotten when they do close." Some of the boys who attended Miss Wainwright's party engaged cabs, but Fred would have thought this a foolish expenditure. It was a dry crisp day, with no snow on the ground, and he felt that it would do him no harm to walk. He did not expect to meet any one he knew, but on turning into Madison Avenue, he nearly ran into Raymond Ferguson. Raymond did not at first recognize him. When he did, he surveyed him in his party dress in unconcealed amazement. "Where did you get that rig?" he inquired, with more abruptness than ceremony. Fred was glad to meet Raymond, and enjoyed his surprise. "I bought it," he answered briefly. "But why did you buy it? I don't see where you found the money. You'd better have saved it for food and rent."