"Our old minister was speaking of him the other day," said Mr. Schofield, "and he didn't seem so terribly impressed."
"Sh! Yes; about thirty, and of course so superior to most of Margaret's friends—boys home from college. She thinks she likes young Robert Williams, I know—but he laughs so much! Of course there isn't any comparison. Mr. Kinosling talks so intellectually; it's a good thing for Margaret to hear that kind of thing, for a change—and, of course, he's very spiritual. He seems very much interested in her." She paused to muse. "I think Margaret likes him; he's so different, too. It's the third time he's dropped in this week, and I"
"Well," said Mr. Schofield grimly, "if you and Margaret want him to come again, you'd better not let him see Penrod."
"But he's asked to see him; he seems interested in meeting all the family. And Penrod nearly always behaves fairly well at table." She paused, and then put to her husband a question referring to his interview with Penrod upstairs. "Did you—did you—do it?"
"No," he answered gloomily. "No, I didn't, but" He was interrupted by a violent crash of
