126 BOOK OF A HUNDRED BEARS 



But it was Greek to her. Modern slang, dashed 

 with vaudeville wit, utterly unintelligible to her 

 ears, as, in fact, is most of the private conversa- 

 tion of Chuck and Spot. 



Recalling the stately and ceremonious wooing 

 of her own girlhood, she was just a httle bit 

 shocked. 



"Gee, kid, but I'm stuck on you. I could chin 

 with you all night." 



He: "That's all right, honey. Close your face 

 a minute, I want to smoke." 



He: "Honey, I should think you'd make your 

 mother a lot of trouble." 



She: "I do, kid, but I'm on the square, if 

 my mother is a washerwoman." 



This from a young lady whose papa owns 

 most of his native town and has a mortgage on 

 the rest. "0 Tempores! Mores!'' 



This new species of hymenoptera to which 

 Chuck and Spot belong is just a little beyond us. 

 The Lady can only sit and wonder. They speak 

 a language of their own, a dialect foreign to my 



