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A SOCIAL METEOR. 79 when I feel in the humor for it, but this inces- sant round of dinners, luncheons, dances, and suppers, possesses no charms for me whatever. In fact, I can’t stand it; I’m not strong enough. I found out at the end of my first season that there was nothing init. You simply wear your- self out in trying to please or amuse other people, with very little satisfaction to yourself. It seems strange, but at my first reception everybody ap- peared to me to be so pleasant and agreeable, I couldn’t tell whom I liked best. At my last, there weren’t half a dozen persons I would care to go across the room to shake hands with. I’ve discovered that the only way for me to enjoy life thoroughly is to have a few well-chosen friends, and live for them alone.” “My idea, exactly,” rejoined Ray, decidedly ; ‘when I have five or six nice, jolly people whom I know well, around me, I’m perfectly happy. I hate crowds.” “Another thing which may strike you as odd,” pursued Georgie, “is, that I no longer care for what you call ‘nice, jolly people’; they seem so superficial to me, and soon get to be as tiresome as the rest.” “Nonsense,” exclaimed Ray, “‘they’re the only GEomichoo SS (E(o)