hy, Delia Dosson, how can you be so
foolish?"

"Father, I wish you'd speak to her. Francie, I ain't foolish," Delia
submitted.

"What do you want me to say to her?" Mr. Dosson enquired. "I guess I've
said about all I know."

"Well, that's in fun. I want you to speak to her in earnest."

"I guess there's no one in earnest but you," Francie remarked. "These
ain't so good as the last."

"NO, and there won't be if you don't look out. There's something you
can do if you'll just keep quiet. If you can't tell difference of style,
well, I can!" Delia cried.

"What's the difference of style?" asked Mr. Dosson. But before this
question could be answered Francie protested against the charge of
"carrying-on." Quiet? Wasn't she as quiet as a Quaker meeting? Delia
replied that a girl wasn't quiet so long as she didn't keep others so;
and she wanted to know what her sister proposed to do about Mr. Flack.
"Why don't you take him and let Francie take the other?" Mr. Dosson
continued.

"That's just what I'm after--to make her take the other," said his elder
daughter.

"Take him--how do you mean?" Francie returned.

"Oh you know how."

"Yes, I guess you know how!" Mr. Dosson laughed with an absence of
prejudice that might have been deplored in a parent.

"Do you want to stay in Europe or not? that's what _I_ want to know,"
Delia pursued to her sister. "If you want to go bang home you're taking
the right way to do it."

"What has that got to do with it?" Mr. Dosson audibly wondered.

"Should you like so much to reside at that place--where is it?--where
his paper's published? That's where you'll have to pull up sooner or
later," Delia declaimed.

"Do you want to stay right here in Europe, father?" Francie said with
her small sweet weariness.

"It depends on what you mean by staying right here. I want to go right
home SOME time."

"Well then you've got to go without Mr. Probert," Delia made answer with
decision. "If you think he wants to live over there--"

"Why Delia, he wants dreadfully to go--he told me so himself," Francie
argued with passionless pauses.

"Yes, and when he gets there he'll want to come back. I thought you were
so much interested in Paris."

"My poor child, I AM interested!" smiled Francie. "Ain't I interested,
father?"

"Well, I don't know how you could act differently to show it."

"Well, I do then," said Delia. "And if you don't make Mr. Flack
understand _I_ will."

"Oh I guess he unders