"Young Fairchild," was the reply.
"Fairchild! What, a son of that overdressed little woman you used to laugh at so at the opera?" said the other.
"The same," replied Mrs. Bankhead laughing.
"And here's an incipient flirtation between your girl and her boy," continued the other archly.
"Well, there's no leveler like Education. The true democrat after all," she pursued.
"Certainly," replied Mrs. Bankhead. "Intelligence puts us all on a footing. What other distinction can or should we have?"
"I doubt whether Mrs. Fairchild thinks so," replied her friend.
"Indeed you are mistaken," replied Mrs. Bankhead earnestly. "She would not perhaps express it in those words: but her humble reverence for education is quite touching. They are giving these children every possible advantage, and in a few years, when they are grown up," she continued, laughing, "We mothers will be very glad to admit the young Fairchilds in society, even if they must bring the mother with them."
"I suppose so," said the other. "And old people are inoffensive even if they are ignorant. Old age is in itself a claim to respect."
"True enough," returned Mrs. Bankhead; "and when you see them engrossed and happy in the success of their children, you forgive them a good deal. That is the reward of such people."