When they were again seated on the stage on their way home, Rollo said, “Uncle George, I should not think Mr. Wilkins would wish to show his wife’s picture to people in that way.”
“His wife’s picture!” said Uncle George. “But I did not know Mr. Wilkins was married.”
“Of course he is,” said Rollo. “How ever else could he see a lady so?”
Rollo’s uncle was silent for a moment before he said, “Rollo, I had occasion to say before and I repeat now, you are a bright lad. You have seen to-day three artists, a sculptor, a poetess, and a painter. Which would you prefer to be?”
I leave it to my little readers to guess which one Rollo chose.
ROLLO’S ROMANCE
OUR LITTLE HERO DEFEATS BOTH YALE AND PRINCETON AT FOOTBALL
Some of my little readers may recall that shortly after Rollo’s family moved to their city apartment, Rollo was invited to a gay luncheon party at a public inn which was managed by a Mr. Ritz. It was here that Rollo first met his cousin Stella, and another little girl named Anabelle Litchfield. Rollo had liked Anabelle very much, but he had had no opportunities to talk with her at that time, for Anabelle’s attention was greatly occupied by the laughing chatter of a young Mr. Rupert Hogan, a boy of about Rollo’s own age who lived in New York and knew a great many things about city life which our little hero had never learned.