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A SOCIAL METHOR. 153 covered with feathers. Her skirts were just short enough to show the heels of her French shoes. Jack noticed that she had his flowers pinned con- spicuously just above her left breast, while Georgie wore a big bunch of white violets, a few of which Lee also had in his button-hole. He looked from one to the other and drew his own conclusions. ‘Then, on the way down stairs, he asked Ray, pointing to the two in front of him, if there was “anything between them.” But she, remembering that she was bound to secrecy, merely put her finger to her lips with a myste- rious little smile, and replied: “I know nothing, absolutely nothing. But she refused flatly to wear the flowers you sent.” “Indeed? Well, at any rate you were not so unkind,” he murmured. ‘No, I adore flowers, and nae it very clever of you to send these.” They found the sleigh with its waving plumes and tinyling bells, drawn by two beautiful white horses, awaiting them at the entrance. It took about two minutes to tuck the girls carefully in, take up the reins, and start off. It was a perfect night, clear and cold; the moon was about three-quarters full, and as she : , / Sc€omicboo co ‘S