Why, mamma, he's my Very Ideal! I'd marry him tomorrow! Mrs. Atwater paused in her darning, and let the stocking collapse flaccidly into the work-basket in her lap. Not at barely thirteen, would you? she said. It seems to me you're just a shade too young to be marrying a man who's already got a wife and several children. Where did you pick up that 'I'd-marry-him-tomorrow, ' Florence? Oh, I hear that everywhere! returned the damsel, lightly. Everybody says things like that. I heard Aunt Julia say it. I heard Kitty Silver say it. About the King of Spain? Mrs. Atwater inquired. I don't kw who they were saying it about, said Florence, but they were saying it.