being made to look like a spoiled child. ``It doesn't count down
here,'' she said, ``and I want to go. I thought you knew I was
going all the time. Marie made this frock for me on purpose.''

``I don't think Hope is old enough,'' the elder sister said,
addressing her father, ``and if she goes to dances here, there's
no reason why she should not go to those at home.''

``But I don't want to go to dances at home,'' interrupted Hope.

Mr. Langham looked exceedingly uncomfortable, and turned
apppealingly to his elder daughter. ``What do you think,
Alice?'' he said, doubtfully.

``I'm sorry,'' Miss Langham replied, ``but I know it would
not be at all proper. I hate to seem horrid about it, Hope, but
indeed you are too young, and the men here are not the men a
young girl ought to meet.''

``You meet them, Alice,'' said Hope, but pulling off her gloves
in token of defeat.

``But, my dear child, I'm fifty years older than you are.''

``Perhaps Alice knows best, Hope,'' Mr. Langham said. ``I'm
sorry if you are disappointed.''

Hope held her head a little higher, and turned toward the door.

``I don't mind if you don't wish it, father,'' she said. ``Good-