'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.'