Do you think it is—­sarcastically—­a “pretty dish to set before the king”?  Have we shown up our friends and neighbors too plainly?  There is one comfort; nobody knows exactly where “Z——­” is; and there are friends and neighbors everywhere.

I am sure nobody can complain, if I don’t.  This last part—­the Barbarous part—­is a continual breach of confidence.  I have a great mind, now, not to respect anything myself; not even that cadet button, made into a pin, which Ruth wears so shyly.  To be sure, Mrs. Hautayne has one too; she and Ruth are the only two girls whom Dakie Thayne considers worth a button; but Leslie is an old, old friend; older than Dakie in years, so that it could never have been like Ruth with her; and she never was a bit shy about it either.  Besides—­

Well, you cannot have any more than there is.  The story is told as far as we—­or anybody—­has gone.  You must let the world go round the sun again, a time or two; everything has not come to pass yet—­even with “We Girls.”

THE END.