society," replied Miss Ruck, in the manner of a person accustomed to
giving neat retorts.

"I suppose you refer to the Cathedral," said her mother. "Well, I
must say, we didn't go back there. I don't know what it may be of a
Sunday, but it gave me a chill."

"We discovered the loveliest little lace-shop," observed the young
girl, with a serenity that was superior to bravado.

Her father looked at her a while; then turned about again, leaning on
the parapet, and gazed away at the "hills."

"Well, it was certainly cheap," said Mrs. Ruck, also contemplating
the Alps.

"We are going to Chamouni," said her husband. "You haven't any
occasion for lace at Chamouni."

"Well, I'm glad to hear you have decided to go somewhere," rejoined
his wife. "I don't want to be a fixture at a boarding-house."

"You can wear lace anywhere," said Miss Ruck, "if you pat it on
right. That's the great thing, with lace. I don't think they know
how to wear lace in Europe. I know how I mean to wear mine; but I
mean to keep it till I get home."

Her father transferred his melancholy gaze to her elaborately-
appointed little person; there was a great deal of very new-looking
detail in Miss Ruck's appearance. Then, in a tone of voice quite out