dreamed," I inwardly groaned; but I continued, "How is it that you
like Zillah as your sister, and not as a little girl?"

"Oh, everybody likes their brothers and sisters after a fashion, but
one doesn't care to be bothered with them when they are little.
Besides, children rumple and spoil my dress," and she looked down at
herself approvingly.

"Now, there's Emily Warren," continued my "embodiment of June."
"Mother is beginning to hold her up to me as an example. Emily Warren
is half the time doing things that she doesn't like, and I think she's
very foolish. She is telling Zillah a story over there under that
tree. I don't think one feels like telling stories right after
dinner."

"Yes, but see how much Zillah enjoys the story."

"Oh, of course she enjoys it. Why shouldn't she, if it's a good one?"

"Is it not possible that Miss Warren finds a pleasure in giving
pleasure?"

"Well, if she does, that is her way of having a good time."

"Don't you think it's a sweet, womanly way?"

"Ha, ha, ha! Are you already smitten with Emily Warren's sweet,
womanly ways?"

I confess that I both blushed and frowned with annoyance and