"There, Jenny Walters, I forgot my label!"
"Why, Dabney, is that you? How you startled me! Forgot your label?"
"Yes," said Dab; "I'm in another new suit to-day, and I want to have a label with my name on it. You'd have known me, then."
"But I know you now," exclaimed Jenny. "Why, I saw you yesterday."
"Yes, and I told you it was me. Can you read, Jenny?"
"Why, what a question!"
"Because, if you can't, it wont do me any good to wear a label."
"Dabney Kinzer," exclaimed Jenny. "There's another thing you ought to get?"
"What's that?"
"Some good manners," said the little lady, snappishly. "Think, of your stopping me in the street to tell me I can't read."