"Do have some more to eat and drink," says she.
"What is your history?" a guest asks her presently.
"I haven't much history to speak of," she replies. "They tell me Andrew Jackson had his territorial government about where my house stands, but I don't know much about it. We don't care much about history in our family."
"What do you do with yourself?"
"Oh, I keep house, and go occasionally to the Woman's Club, and in the evenings father tells me about his business."
"Very nice," says one guest, whom we shall picture as a desirable and wealthy young man from the North. "Now let's do something. Do you play or sing? Are you athletic? Do you go boating on the St. John's River? Do you gamble? Can you make love?"
"I dance a little and play a little golf out at the Florida Country Club," she says, with but small signs of enthusiasm. "The thing I'm really most interested in, though, is father's business. He lost a lot of money in the fire of 1901, but he's made it all back and a lot more besides."
"What about surf-bathing?" asks the pleasure-seeking visitor, stifling a yawn.
"There's Atlantic Beach only eighteen miles from here. It's a wonderful beach. Father's putting a million in improvements out there, but there's no time to go there just now. However, if you'd like to, I can take you down and show you the new docks he has built."
"Oh, no, thanks," says the guest. "I don't care for docks—not, that is, unless we can go boating."