"Well, my dear," said Mrs. Wishart on the drive home, "how have you enjoyed yourself?"
Lois looked grave. "I am afraid it turns my head," she answered.
"That shows your head is not turned. It must carry a good deal of ballast too, somewhere."
"It does," said Lois. "And I don't like to have my head turned."
"Tom," said Miss Julia, as Mrs. Wishart's carriage drove off and Tom came back to the drawing-room, "you mustn't turn that little girl's head."
"I can't," said Tom.
"You are trying."
"I am doing nothing of the sort."
"Then what are you doing? You are paying her a great deal of attention. She is not accustomed to our ways; she will not understand it. I do not think it is fair to her."
"I don't mean anything that is not fair to her. She is worth attention ten times as much as all the rest of the girls that were here to-day."