"Well," indignantly, "I'm just telling you."
"Telling me what you'll miss if I don't marry Bob. Anyway," she demanded, "what has his money to do with it if I don't care for him?"
"But you certainly have given him reason to think that you do."
"Yes, mother, but I'm not sure, and I want to be sure; Anyhow, I want to have my fling in the way I want it."
Mrs. Galbraith shuddered and reached two fingers up her sleeve for her handkerchief.
"And just what might your idea of a 'fling' be, Nan?" Her father's voice was slightly ironical, yet his handsome eyes which Nan's so strongly resembled twinkled the least bit in the world.
Nan colored a little and hesitated.
"I—I want to go out West—by myself—and have adventures and be independent and"
"Suffragette!" gibed the "prep" brother. "Butt in to politics and make everybody hate you."
"And meet a different kind of people from
