asked modestly if she could spare him a few tickets, for he thought he could sell some. To my amazement the unprincipled creature said, "Why, certainly. How many?" and instantly took a package out of her pocket, where she seemed always to have them. He asked, Would twenty be more than she could spare? and she answered, "Not at all! Here are twenty-five," and bestowed the whole package upon him.
That afternoon Reuben Camp came lounging up toward us, where I sat with her on the corner of the piazza, and said that if she would like to let him try his luck with some tickets for the Talk he would see what he could do.
"You can have all you want, Reuben," she said, "and I hope you'll have better luck than I have. I'm perfectly disgusted with people."
She fished several packages out of her pocket this time, and he asked, "Do you mean that I can have them all?"
"Every one, and a band of music into the bargain" she answered recklessly. But she seemed a little daunted when he quietly took them. "You know there are a hundred here?"
"Yes, I should like to see what I can do amongst
