"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 know who they were saying it about," said Florence, "but they were saying it."