A book is the better for a preface, just as a house is the finer for a porch. People sometimes tell me they omit reading an author's preface. How can they be so rude? They might as well omit a bow when introduced to a new acquaintance. I make a point of reading the prefaces written by other people, and, Gentle Reader, I am sure you will read mine. This book is a plain-spoken treatise or talk on the ways in vogue in good society, the society to which you and I belong. It is a friendly book, and it will fit into any hour of leisure a busy woman may happen to have. A busy man may find some thing in it for him, too, if he take the trouble to look. Like little Jack Horner, you may put in your thumb and pull out a plum anywhere in this particular pie.