"You have seen it before?"
"Why?" Fleda said, with a look up at him at once a little startled and a little curious;--"what makes you say so?"
"Because--pardon me--you did not read it."
"Oh," said Fleda laughing, but colouring at the same time very frankly, "I can tell how I like some things without reading them very carefully."
Mr. Carleton looked at her, and then took the magazine again.
"What have you there, Mr. Carleton?" said Florence.
"A piece of English on which I was asking this lady's opinion, Miss Evelyn."
"Now, Mr. Carleton!" exclaimed Constance jumping up,--"I am going to ask you to decide a quarrel between Fleda and me about a point of English"--
"Hush, Constance!" said her mother,--"I want to speak to Mr. Carleton--Mr. Carleton, how do you like it?"
"Like what, mamma?" said Florence.