"We've seen the new girl, Father," said Marjorie, as they sat at the table.
"Have you? Well, I've seen the new man,—that is, if you refer to our new neighbors across the street."
"Yes, in Gladys's house. What's his name, Father?"
"Mr. Spencer. I met him at the post-office, and Mr. Gage introduced us. Mr. Gage is the agent who has the Fulton house in charge, and he told we before that these newcomers are fine people. I liked Mr. Spencer exceedingly. I'm sorry, Mops, you're so determined not to like the daughter. Mr. Spencer tells me she's a lovable child."
"Oh, of course he'd think so,—he's her father."
"Well, I admit, fathers are a prejudiced class. Perhaps I have too high an opinion of my own brood."
"You couldn't have," said Kitty, calmly, and Mr. Maynard laughed as he looked at the four smiling faces, and responded:
"I don't believe I could!"
"Don't spoil them, Fred," said Mrs. Maynard, warningly, but King broke in:
"Too late, Mother! We're spoiled already. Father's high opinion of us has made us puffed up and conceited."