Fleas


The debutante was alarmed over the prospect of being taken in to dinner

by the distinguished statesman.



"Whatever can we talk about?" she demanded anxiously of her mother.



Afterward, in the drawing-room, she came to her mother with a radiant

smile.



"He's fine," she exclaimed. "We weren't half way through the soup before

we were chatting cozily about the fleas in Italian hotels."



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