"Never mind, Amy," she exclaimed. "Don't pity him, and don't scorn him. He'sreally quite self-possessed and quite chatty. 0r"--suddenly to Copehimself--"have you shown us already your whole box of tricks?"

"That must be it," he returned.

"Well, no matter. Mr. Randolph can be nice to a nice kid."

"0h, come now,----"

"Well, shall I ask you to my home, after this?"

"No. Don't. Forbid it. Banish me."

"Give one more chance," suggested Randolph sedately.

"Why, what's all this about?" said the questioning glance of Amy. If therewas any offense at all, on anybody's part, it lay in making too much of toolittle.

"Take back my plate, somebody," exclaimed Mrs. Phillips.

Randolph put out his hand for it.