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o4 A SOCIAL METEOR. “No, I don’t believe there is. He’s the only one of his kind to be found anywhere. Some- times he becomes a little tiresome, though, don’t you think so?” “Not to me. I love to listen to his chatter, and he never bores me,” declared Ray. “Did you see Mr. Fanning, the widower ?” “No, but his daughter was there, looking as much like a butter-tub as usual. I don’t see how so handsome a man could have a child so unlike him. She’s really too disgusting. She was re- ceiving, too, and wore a white tulle dress with an enormous wreath of roses around her neck. She looked exactly like a garlanded ox.” “She zs homely,” observed Georgie, languidly. “No, she isn’t; she’s simply confoundedly plain. I could forgive her if she was out and out ugly, but as it is, all you can say about her is, that she’s fat. Her face would be rather pretty if she hadn’t three distinct chins. But you haven’t asked after Lee.” “No; I suppose he was there,” replied Georgie. “To be sure,” said Ray, “and he asked most particularly after you. I thought he was going to cry when I told him you were ill, he looked so EO MICLOCOIKKS COW