"Very well, let us have Copenhagen to begin with," he said.
The ice was broken. Daphne brought in her mother's clothes-line, the chairs were taken from the room, and in five minutes the parlor was humming like a beehive.
"I don't see what you can find to like in that disagreeable creature," said Philip to Azalia.
"He is a good scholar, and kind to his mother, and you know how courageous he was when he killed that terrible dog," was her reply.
"I think he is an impudent puppy. What right has he to thrust himself into good company, wearing his grandfather's old clothes?" Philip responded, dangling his eye-glass and running his soft hand through his hair.
"Paul is poor; but I never have heard anything against his character," said Azalia.
"Poor folks ought to be kept out of good society," said Philip.
"What do you say to that picture?" said Azalia, directing his attention towards a magnificent picture of Franklin crowned with laurel by the ladies of the court of France, which hung on the wall. "Benjamin Franklin was a poor boy, and dipped candles for a living; but he became a great man."
"Dipped candles! Why, I never heard of that before," said Philip, looking at the engraving through his eye-glass.