The Rivet in Grandfather's Neck A Comedy of Limitations

l Musgrave waited until it should be time to open the Library for the afternoon. And about them birds twittered cheerily, and the formal garden flourished as gardens thr

as ill-at-ease; and care was on

am girl you had here last Easter?" he added, disconsolately -"the one who positively littered up the house with young men, and sang idiotic jingles to them at all hours of the night about the Bailey family and the correct way to spell chicken? She drove me to the verge of insanity, and I ha

is engaged to the Earl of Pevensey. An engaged girl

d the colo

which the colonel light

describe such eyes as being 'dreamy,'-are invariably possessed of a fickle, unstable and coquettish temperament. Oh, no! You may depend upon it, Agatha, the fact that she contemplates

ing of the ordinary Musgrave comeliness. Candor even compels the statement

unusually attractive girl. Though it is true," Miss Musgrave conceded after reflection, "that there are any number of persons in the House of Lords that I wouldn't in the least care to have in my own house, even with th

I can conscientiously say in her favor. She is artificial. Her hair, now! It has a-well, you would not call it exactly a crinkle or precisely a wave, but rather somewhere between the two. Yes, I think I should describe it as a ripple. I fancy it must be rather like the reflection of a sunset in-a duck-pond, say, with a faint wind ruffling the water. For I gather that her hair is of some light shade,-induced, I haven't a doubt, by the liberal use of peroxides. And this ripp

nt, his sister

e dimples, you know, and, at any rate, her mother had red hair, so Patricia isn't really responsible. I decided that it would be foolish to use th

reason, Rudolph

subject in order to know what to expect. And since Providence has seen fit to send us a visitor rather than a visitation-though, personally, I should infinitely prefer the influenza, as interfering in less degr

is, and flung away his cigare

" said Miss Musgrave,

r, just as you did with

other minxes. I would

ouldn't stand you

be out of your head! I fall in love with that chi

stiffly through the garden. But, when half-wa

ion to be discourteous. But somehow-somehow, dear, I don't quite see th

llowed him out of the garden on his way to open the Library. And she decided in her heart that she had the dearest and best and handsomest brother in the

" said Miss Musgrave, apropos of nothing i

deed!" said