it to be inferred that this fact above any other was a passport to her
favour. It must be regretfully recognised, however, that it would have
been the same if Mr. Brown had mentioned the market-man.

Having thus successfully established his claim to notice, the Reporter,
as was his custom, went on to explain that he belonged to the moneyless
branch of the family.

Margaret Elizabeth assured him, in a grandmotherly manner, that it was
much better for a young man to have his way to make in the world than to
have too much money.

The Reporter owned this seemed to be the consensus of opinion. How the
strange notion had gained such vogue he could not understand, but there
was no use kicking when you were up against it.

"Of course, it must be hard work, but it must be interesting. Don't you
have exciting experiences?" Miss Bentley asked.

Oh, he had, certainly, and met such queer people, too. There was a
fellow who ran a Candy Wagon on the Y.M.C.A. corner, for instance. "You
ought to meet him, really, Miss Bentley, though, of course, you couldn't
very well. He's a character, and I have puzzled my brains to discover
what he's doing it for."

Miss Bentley was interested and requested further enlightenment.

"Well, I have two theories in regard to him. He is an educated man, and
a gentleman, so far as I can tell, and I think he is either studying
some social problem, or he is a detective on some trail."