"I can't imagine," she said, "how you can keep on playing golf now that everyone is crazy about tennis."
Mrs. Cunningham smiled wanly. "That's what I meant," she answered. "I'm going to begin tennis to-morrow—and I'm also going to Lydia Spencer's reception. My spirit of opposition is broken."
"Yes," continued the mother of the hunt, in an apostrophizing tone, as though she still felt herself on the defensive, "every one is going, and most of the nice people are coming from town. So why should I be stuffy and bite my own nose off? Which goes far to prove, my dears," she added, sententiously, "that the only unpardonable social sin in this country is to lose one's money. Nothing else really counts."
"Oh!" exclaimed the two young women together with animation, as each reflected that Dick Weston had won his bet.
BOOKS BY Robert Grant
"As an observer of American men and women and things Judge Grant is without a rival."—The Critic.
"He has proved himself a domestic and social philosopher, happily commingling sharp vision with a good deal of rational philosophy touching practical matters and every-day relationships."—The Outlook.
The Undercurrent
Illustrated by F. C. Yohn. 12mo. $1.50