XIII. 



A JUNE ROUND OF CALLS. 



"I SHOULD like to meet you two in that rig 

 on Fifth Avenue," calmly said our hostess one 

 morning in June, as we started out on our reg- 

 ular round of calls. 



What a suggestion ! We stared at each other 

 with a new standard of criticism in our eyes. 

 We were not exactly in ordinary visiting cos- 

 tume; but then, neither were we making ordi- 

 nary visits, for the calling-list of June differs in 

 every way from that of January. The neigh- 

 bors at whose doors we appeared would be quite 

 as well (or as ill) pleased to see us in our dull 

 green woods dress, with fresh leaves on our hats 

 to convey the impression that we were mere per- 

 ambulating shrubs, with opera-glasses instead of 

 cards, and camp-stools in place of a carriage, as 

 though we had been in regulation array. Away 

 we went, the big dog prancing ahead with the 

 camp-stool of his mistress. 



Our first call was upon a small dame very 

 high up in the world, thirty feet at least. The 

 mention of Fifth Avenue suggests that possibly 



