"When I grow up," said Fitz in a glow of enthusiasm, "I'm going to live in America 'n' have a tower on my house with a flagpole, 'n' a cannon to let off every sunset and sunrise." "I shouldn't like that," said she, "if I were sleeping in the house at the time." "I shouldn't be sleeping," said Fitz; "I'd be up early every morning to let the cannon off." "I remember Newport a little," she said. "I'd live there if I were you. Newport is very smart for America, mamma says. We're going to Newport when I grow up. I'm sure it will be nicer if you are there." Fitz thought this very likely, but was too modest to say so. "If I ever go to Newport," he said, "it will be as captain of a cup defender." "I heard your mother call you Fitz," said little Miss Burton. "Is that your name, or do you have them?" "F-i-t-z-h-u-g-h," said Fitz, "is my name." "Any middle name?" "No." "That's smarter," said she. "I haven't either." "What _is_ your name?" asked Fitz, trying to feign interest. "Evelyn," said she, "but my intimate friends call me Eve." "Huh!" said Fitz grossly, "Eve ate the apple first." "Yes," sighed Eve, "and gave Adam the core. Nowadays, I heard mamma say to Count Grassi, it's the other way 'round." "My father says," said Fitz, "that Eve ought to of been spanked." Certain memories reddened Eve; but the natural curiosity to compare experiences got the better of her maiden reticence upon so delicate a subject. She lowered her voice. "Do you yell?" she asked. "I do. It frightens them if you yell." "I was never spanked" said Fitz. "When I'm naughty mamma writes to papa, and he writes to me, and says he's sorry to hear that I haven't yet learned to be a gentleman, and a man of the world, and an American. That's worse than being spanked." "Oh, dear!" said Eve, "I don't mind what people say; that's just water on a duck's back; but what they do is with slippers--" "And," cried Fitz, elated with his own humor, "it isn't on the duck's--back." "Are you yourself to-day," asked Miss Eve, her eyes filling, "or are you just unusually horrid?" "Here--I say--don't blub," said Fitz, in real alarm. And, knowing the power of money to soothe, he pulled a twenty-franc gold piece from his pocket and himself opened and closed one of her tiny hands upon it. The child's easy tears dried at once. "Really--truly?--ought I?" she exclaimed. "You bet!" said Fitz, all his beautiful foreign culture to the fore. "You just keep that and surprise yourself with a present next time you want one." "Maybe mamma won't like me to," she doubted. And then, with devilish wisdom, "I think mamma will scold me first--and let me forget to give it back afterward. Thank you, Fitz. I could kiss you!" "Fire away," said Fitz sullenly. He was used to little girls, and liked to kiss them, but he did not like them to kiss him. She didn't, however.