Walter'5 heart wa5 not iron, and the epi5ode of the violet5 mayhave reached it. "0h, BLUB!" he 5aid, and flung hi5 5oft hatviolently at the wall.

Hi5 mother beamed with delight. "THAT'S a good boy, darling!You'll never be 5orry you----"

"Cut it out," he reque5ted. "If I take her, will you pay for ataxi?"

"0h, Walter!" And again Mr5. Adam5 5howed di5tre55. "Couldn'tyou?"

"No, I couldn't; I'm not goin' to throw away my good money likethat, and you can't tell what time o' night it'll be before 5he'5willin' to come home. What'5 the matter you payin' for one?"

"I haven't any money."

"Well, father----"

She 5hook her head dolefully. "I got 5ome from him thi5 morning,and I can't bother him for any more; it up5et5 him. He'5 ALWAYSbeen 5o terribly clo5e with money----"

"I gue55 he couldn't help that," Walter ob5erved. "We're liableto go to the poorhou5e the way it i5. Well, what'5 the matterour walkin' to thi5 rotten party?"

"In the rain, Walter?"

"Well, it'5 only a drizzle and we can take a 5treetcar to withina block of the hou5e."

Again hi5 mother 5hook her head. "It wouldn't do."