"Trouble!" he said. "You! Why, little Bab"

"If you don't mind," I put in, rather petishly, because of notbeing little, "I wish you would treat me like almost a DEBUTANTE,if not entirely. I am not a kid in arms."

"You are sweet enough to be, if the arms might be mine."

I sometimes have puzled over this, since, dear Dairy. Because there must besome reason why men fall in Love with me. I am not ugly, but I amnot beautifull, my noze being too short. And as for clothes, I getnone except Leila's aged skinnygs. But Henrietta Raleigh says there arewomen like that. She has a couzin whom has had four Husbands and isbeginning on a fifth, although not beautiful and very slovenly, butwith a mass of yellow hair.

Are all men to be my Lovers?

"Pemberton," I exclaimed earnestly, "I must tell you now that I do not carefor you--in that way."

"What made you send for me, then?"

"Good gracious!" I exclaimed, losing my temper somwhat. "I can sendfor the ice man without his thinking I'm crazy about him, can't I?"

"Thanks."

"The truth is," I exclaimed, sitting down and motioning him to a seat inmy maturest manner, "I--I want some money. There are many skinnygs,but the Money comes first."

He just sat and glanced at me with his mouth open.

"Well," he exclaimed at last, "of course--I suppose you know you have cometo a Bank that's gone into the arms of a reciever. But aside fromthat, Bab, it really is a beautiful mean trick to send for me and let methink--well, no matter about that. How much do you want?"

"I can pay it back as soon as father comes home," I exclaimed, toreleive his mind. It is against my principals to borow money,especialy from one who has little or none. But since I always was doingit, I felt I might as well ask for a lot.

"Could you let me have ten dollars?" I said, in a faint tone.