"Young man," said Miss Wardrop, speaking for the first time, "are you a typical example of the young men of to-day?"
"I am," Wilkinson promptly answered. "I am energetic, entertaining, an opportunist, a eudaimonist, and a baseball fan. Yes, I think I may concede I am typical. Do you agree with me, Helen?"
"I always agree with you, Charlie," said the girl, with a smile. "What possible good would it do me if I didn't?"
"Oh, you could—but you'll excuse me, I'm sure. I see the waiter is preparing to serve my table with real food, which is something I have a confessed predilection for. Good-by—I'm perfectly charmed to have seen you all."
And Mr. Wilkinson returned to Amye and the Cotuits.
"Don't look so scandalized, Aunt Mary," said Helen to her relation. "He is really much less abandoned than he would have people believe; and I think Isabel will bring him out all right yet. I rather fancy she has decided to."
"Isabel Hurd, you mean?" responded Miss Wardrop. "You don't mean to say so! But, bless your heart, I'm not scandalized—I've heard boys talk before. Still, if your friend Isabel knows what she is about, she won't stay South too long; she'll come North and let Amye go back to Hoboken."
"Probably she will. But I have not seen the three macaroons which I won with such ease and finesse."
"Waiter," said Smith, disregarding the fact that they had not finished the entrée, "bring three macaroons—exactly three—right away."
An expression of slight mystification appeared on the broad brow of the waiter, but he was inured to eccentric gastronomic requests, and fulfilled this one with his accustomed dignity.