Ralph Henry Barbour

“ I told Aunt Myra that Mr. Tully had called and was waiting to see her on the veranda.
“Hm,” she said. “At last he has had a glimmer of intelligence, has he? I suppose he has come to explain about the jelly?”
“Partly, I think, auntie.”
“Well, it would serve him quite right if I refused to see him. But don't stand there giggling; go back and entertain him! Do you think it polite, pray, to leave a caller all alone for ten minutes?”
He isn't alone,” I said. “He has Fairfax.” Aunt Myra sniffed. ”

“ One summer I persuaded the family that it would be nice to have luncheon served out of doors on the side veranda. Larry and I liked it immensely, but it didn't make a hit with Aunt Myra nor the Major. Little green bugs kept getting into auntie's food and the Major objected to having his soup cold. So we had to give it up. When I have a house of my own, I shall have all my meals served out of doors, even breakfasts. Think of eating breakfast under the trees, while the dew is still sparkling on the grass and the sunlight is bathing everything with gold! ”

“ Tully, I haven't. Political economy always seems so hard to understand. I'm sure it's quite beyond my poor brains, don't you think so?”
“Not at all, Miss Pryde, not at all! I don't think you would have any trouble comprehending it. It's a most interesting science, believe me. I wonder——” He paused and smiled again deprecatingly. “I wonder if you'd allow me to give you a copy of my 'Distribution of Wealth'? ”