get on a horse and go galloping about the country with a crowd of yelling men and howling dogs. It may be well enough for the men,—though I think they could be better employed,—but I think the line ought to be drawn at the women."
"Why, mother, how many times have I been fox-hunting with father?"
"Just as many times as you have made me miserable," replied Miss Lou; "just that many times and no more."
"Now, momsy! don't scold your onliest and oldest daughter," pleaded Mary.
"Don't wheedle around me!" cried Miss Lou, pretending to be very angry. "Mr. Rivers, you need n't be winking at Mary behind your paper. I do think it is a shame that you should allow your daughter to go ripping and tearing about the country hunting foxes. I think it is a burning shame. I positively do."
"Well, honey"—
"I don't care what anybody says," Miss Lou broke in. "Here is Mary old enough to get married, and now she must go scampering about with a lot of men on horseback. It is ridiculous!"
