"Because I don't know but I prefer Mr. Verty to that conceited cousin of mine."
"What cousin—not Ralph?"
"Yes; I don't fancy him much."
"I thought you were great favorites of each other."
"You are mistaken!" said Fanny, coloring; "I did like him once, but he has come back from college at Williamsburg a perfect coxcomb, the most conceited fop I ever saw."
"Oh, Fanny!"
"Yes, indeed he has!"
And Miss Fanny blushed.
"I hate him!" she added, with a pout; then bursting into a fit of laughter, this young lady added:
"Oh! he promised to bring his album to-day, and show me all the 'good wishes' his friends wrote in it for him. Won't that be funny! Just think of finding out how those odious young college geese talk and feel toward each other."