“Praise the shape of his head—no matter what it may be,” said the president. “I wouldn’t tell anybody that,” she added, reflectively, “only that two fortune tellers and a palmist have assured me that my husband will outlive me.” “Mr. Bonds has a very well-shaped head,” observed the girl with the eyeglasses, “a little long perhaps, but—” “The rotundity of his pocketbook over-balances that,” broke in the girl with the dimple in her chin. “Clarissa says he is generous, too—a rare quality in a really wealthy man,” said the blue-eyed girl. “M—I don’t know about his generosity,” said the president. “A marriage license is about as inexpensive a thing as a man can buy, and yet he has displayed no desire to invest in one.” “Oh, pshaw, that makes no difference,” said the girl with the Roman nose, “lots of girls nowadays don’t intend to marry, anyhow, so—” “I wonder why they never think to mention the fact publicly until after they are thirty,” mused the girl with the dimple in her chin; “oh, girls, shouldn’t you like really to do something wonderful?” “I once wore a pair of common-sense shoes a whole month,” said the blue-eyed girl, modestly. “H’m; who was the Englishman?” asked the brown-eyed blonde, “the one with whom you used to walk at that time, I mean,” she added, pleasantly. “It was the spring that Mr. Penny-Lesse was here, but I don’t see what that had to do with it,” said the blue-eyed girl, with great dignity. “Nothing at all of course,” said the brown-eyed blonde, “I only—” “You did not meet him, I believe; he was very particular about the people to whom he was introduced,” said the girl with the dimple in her chin, sweetly. “I did rather an unusual thing myself once—I had five dollars in my pocketbook when my allowance came due!” “Yes, but you had left the pocketbook at my house ten days before, and thought it was lost,” said the girl with the classic profile, “don’t you remember, I only brought it over after the shops were closed the evening before?” “Oh, girls,” said the president, “I’ve recently met a woman who has traveled all through Asia, and—” “I suppose she did it in bloomers and one of those horrid, unbecoming, stiff caps, too,” broke in the brown-eyed blonde. “Well, all I’ve got to say is that a woman who has the courage to make such a guy of herself, is brave enough to face all the tigers and mountain lions, and—er—boa constrictors in Asia.” “I don’t believe there are any boa constrictors and mountain lions in Asia,” said the girl with the Roman nose. “As for tigers—” “Mercy, how literal you are!” pettishly replied the brown-eyed blonde. “Well, buffalos then; how will that suit you? I’m equally afraid of all of them, myself.” “Oh, girls,” cried the girl with the dimple in her chin, “Marion and I have just had such fun. We have been telling each other the most awful things that ever happened to us in our lives.” “Perhaps that is what made you late, too,” remarked the president, in a severe tone.