subdue open expression of the fact that he was convinced that she was
as thoroughly aware of her father's salient characteristics as she
was of other things.

"You do," said Tembarom. Then picking up her scissors, which had
dropped from her lap, and politely returning them, he added anxiously:
"To think of you remembering Biker! I wonder, if I ever did get his
job, if I could hold it down?"

"Yes," decided Little Ann; "you could. I've noticed you're that kind
of person, Mr. Tembarom."

"Have you?" he said elatedly. "Say, honest Injun?"

"Yes."

"I shall be getting stuck on myself if you encourage me like that,"
he said, and then, his face falling, he added, "Biker graduated at
Princeton."

"I don't know much about society," Little Ann remarked,-- "I never
saw any either up-town or down-town or in the country, --but I
shouldn't think you'd have to have a college education to write the
things you see about it in the newspaper paragraphs."

Tembarom grinned.

"They're not real high-brow stuff, are they," he said. "'There was a
brilliant gathering on Tuesday evening at the house of Mr. Jacob
Sturtburger at 79 Two Hundredth Street on the occasion of the