"I suppose," said the "prep" brother, sarcastically, reintroducing at the dinner table the subject which had been taboo all day for the sake of Sabbath peace, "that you'll meet your affinity in the West."
"One never can tell."
"I suppose you'd even marry him if the moon happened to be full when he asked you?"
"To be sure," Nan replied serenely, "if he asked me."
"How would you like to walk down the church aisle beside your son-in-law in 'chaps', mother?" inquired the "prep" brother maliciously.
"Chaps?"
"Those woolly things cowboys wear on their legs."
"Oh—cowboys! Yes, your father met one once in London."
"An American showman, my dear."
"He slapped you on the back, Eustace."
"He prodded me in the ribs," corrected Mr. Galbraith, dryly, "with his thumb."
"Anyway, his familiarity was odious."
"And your son-in-law," continued Nan's
