Vicky Van by Carolyn Wells — Read

That dinner at Ruth Schuyler's was memorable. And, yet, it was in no / way markedly unusual. The service was perfect, as might be expected in / that well-ordered household, and the guests were well behaved. Fibsy, / thanks to Fleming Stone's thoughtful kindness, was arrayed in the / proper dinner garb of a schoolboy, and his immaculate linen and / correct jacket seemed to invest him in a mantle of politeness that sat / well on his youthful buoyancy and enthusiasm.

I glanced round the table. It was a strange combination of people. / Fleming Stone was the sort of man who is at ease anywhere, and I, too, / am adaptable by nature. But the Schuyler sisters were very evidently / annoyed at the idea of receiving as an equal the youth whom they / regarded as a mere street arab.