The Observant Woman

"A peraon who mafces it a point to ítudy other peoplo can form unerring conclusions," reinarked the observant woinan to her eompanion as they sat i the street car. "Indeed?" replied the latter with interest. "Yes, indeed! Now notice the girl across the aisle. Ordinary people would see nothing special about her, but I can teil that she is a convent bred girl." "How can you teil that?" "By the way she holds her feet on the floor. You notice her left foot is set sqnarely down. The right one is at an angle to the left, and with the heel placed midway betwèen the left heel and toe. Convent girls are always trained to sit with their feet that way. Now, I'd be willing to wager niy week's allowance that if you spoke to her she would open her eyes and say, 'If you please,' with a rising inflection, nieaning, in plain English, 'What is it? " 'Til speak to her," replied the wonian's companion. "and seo if you are right." Then she turned to the convent bred girl and asked: "I bop; your pardon, bnt if you are acquainted with this portion of the city, will you teil me how far it is yet to Franklin street?" The shy creature lifted her eyes to her questioner. and in a low, sweet tone, replied : "What y er soy?" Then the observant woman said that the next corner was where she wished to get