Olivia Watson came to the door, and asked me into the parlor, where I was left to wait some time before Miss West appeared. I confessed then to myself how I had really half hoped that she would not be in; but now the call is over I am glad to have seen her. I am a little confused, but I know what she is.
She is the most beautiful creature I ever saw. She has a clear color, when she flushes, like a red clover in September, the last and the richest of all the clovers of the year. Then her hair curls about her forehead in such dear little ringlets that it is enough to make one want to kiss her. She speaks with a funny little Western burr to her r's which might not please me in another, but is charming from her lips, the mouth that speaks is so pretty. Yes, George was right.
Of her mind one cannot say quite as much. She is not entirely well bred, it seemed to me; but then we are a little old-fashioned in Tuskamuck. She did notice the scarf, and asked me where I got it.
"Oh," she said, when I had told her, "then you have been abroad."
"Yes," I said, "I went with my father."
"Judge Privet took you abroad several times, didn't he?" Olivia put in.
"Yes; I went with him three times."
"Oh, my!" commented Miss West. "How set up you must feel!"
"I don't think I do," I answered, laughing. "Do you feel set up because you have seen the West that so few of us have visited?"
"Why, I never thought of that," she responded. "You haven't any of you traveled in the West, have you?"