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 "It is very warm," Hart began.

He went through the formula that he imagined so successful and had gotten as far as the condition of the floor when Miss Hollingsworth interrupted him.

"Now go on and speak about the music and the decorations," she said. "Heavens, how I enjoy originality!"

Poor Hart was embarrassed now and no mistake.

"Oh, never mind," said Miss Hollingsworth, "I know you are really better than that. Don't let's dance; let's go out on the veranda."

They went through the doorway and found seats together where the air was cool and fresh. Hart had not spoken and now could imagine nothing to start the talk with. Suddenly Miss Hollingsworth began.

"Mr. Bliss told me something about you, Mr. Hart," she said. "Now, I should say that you had a great deal before you. You see, women divide men into two classes at first, men who are usual, and men who are different."

"Do you mean the usual are indifferent?" asked Hart.