Oh, Lulie; what if it should be the "Wavelet"?

Miss L. Oh, Tom Gookin's yacht! That would be too weirdly lovely for anything. Miss R. It is the "Wavelet "! I can see the private signal which I made

he had.

remember

Miss S. And there is a delicious full moon! What sails we shall have! Won't

Miss L.

it be splendid?

Miss S. Oh, it will be real elegant! Oh, do come down to the wharf, Clem.

Miss L. Yes, come along, both of you. Don't sit here spooning, all the morning. I do hate piazza-girls.

Miss S. I think I can see Charley Mendum on the upper deck of the steamer.

Miss L. I tell you what, Mamie, you'd better hide that blue ribbon the little Yale man gave you. Charley will be perfectly furious if he sees it.

Miss S. No, I sha'n't, blue's ever so much

more becoming to me than crimson. Come along, Lulie; Charley will be wildly jealous, and it will be such fun.

(The two rush down to the wharf. Mr. H. solemnly removes his hat as they go.) Mr. H. What extraordinary girls!

Miss R.

Mr. H.

Oh, they are very young!

And very American!

Miss R. They certainly do not ape foreign manners, but then, they do not think of what they are doing. They think only of having a good time.

Mr. H. But do they not get talked about? Miss R. Of course, but they do not care a pin. This is a great place for gossip. (Aside.) Now for my efficacious plan for getting rid of a man, my cure for dudes. As I was saying, Mr. Hunt, this is a great place for gossip. If a girl is with a man all the time, of course their names get coupled, and there is a great deal of talk. Now, though you have been here but a few days, still you have been with me all the

time, and I have no doubt but that our

names

Mr. H. (interrupting). You do not mean to tell me that people say that I am attentive to you! How perfectly absurd!

Miss R. (as if nettlea). You forget your manners, Mr. Hunt. It is hardly polite to say that it is absurd that a man should be attentive to me.

Mr. H. Of course, I did n't mean that, Miss Rogers. It would not be absurd; on the contrary, it would be quite natural, I assure you. Any man ought to be pleased, in fact, honored, to have his name mentioned in connection with yours.

Miss R. Ah, dear Aniseseed; you have paid me the highest compliment which a man can pay a woman. I can only refer you to papa. He is now in New York; his business address is Hiram K. Rogers, Rogers, Sherman & Peet, Glue and Hides. Let me see; it's Tuesday; you can get to New York by

Thursday morning. You know where our house is, I believe; mamma will be so glad to welcome you, I know.

Mr. H. (in great alarm). But really, Miss Rogers.

Miss R. You do not call me Clementine, dear Aniseseed.

Mr. H. I am afraid that

Miss R. Afraid of whom? Of pa and ma? How perfectly absurd! They will not bite.

Mr. H. But, Miss Clementine, I am afraid that I am very sorry, it is very awkward, but you really misunderstand me.

Miss R. Oh, no; I have always appreciated you, Aniseseed; you dress so well that my heart melted at the very sight of you. Mr. H. (in great alarm). When does the steamer sail?

Miss R. You have just fifteen minutes; you really must hurry if you wish to pack. Good by, dear; oh! if you can't find pa at his office, you must look up ma.

Mr. H. (waving his cane wildly. Aside). I must get out of this place as soon as I can. A man's life is n't safe here. I never had such a turn in my life. (Starts to go.) Good by, Miss Rogers.

Miss R. Fly on the wings of love to New York and back. I shall eschew "light summer mashing" in all its forms during your absence. (Mr. Hunt steals away unobserved.) Don't forget pa's address: Rogers, Sherman & Peet, Glue and Leather. (Perceives that Mr. H. has gone.) What, gone! and no tender farewell! Alas! I fear that he will never ruin a summer's day for me again. I have been unmaidenly, I grant, and I would cut a sorry figure in an international novel, but I think I have found a Rogers' Ready Relief from Dudes.