time that she was a famous athlete. She must have divined that he
would feel a little lost in this crowd of intimates, and set to work
to make him feel at home--an attempt in which she was not altogether
successful.

They were bound for a shooting-lodge, and so she asked him if he
were fond of shooting. He replied that he was; in answer to a
further question he said that he had hunted chiefly deer and wild
turkey. "Ah, then you are a real hunter!" said Miss Price. "I'm
afraid you'll scorn our way."

"What do you do?" he inquired.

"Wait and you'll see," replied she; and added, casually, "When you
get to be pally with us, you'll conclude we don't furnish."

Montague's jaw dropped just a little. He recovered himself, however,
and said that he presumed so, or that he trusted not; afterward,
when he had made inquiries and found out what he should have said,
he had completely forgotten what he HAD said.--Down in a hotel in
Natchez there was an old head-waiter, to whom Montague had once
appealed to seat him next to a friend. At the next meal, learning
that the request had been granted, he said to the old man, "I'm
afraid you have shown me partiality"; to which the reply came, "I
always tries to show it as much as I kin." Montague always thought
of this whenever he recalled his first encounter with "Billy" Price.

The young lady on the other side of him now remarked that Robbie was
ordering another "topsy-turvy lunch." He inquired what sort of a
lunch that was; she told him that Robbie called it a "digestion