"Grammar isn't so very hard to learn," he assured her. "And any woman who carries herself with your lance-like ease, starts out equipped with more than 'fancy fixin's.' I want to tell you about a dream I had the other night."
At once her face grew as absorbed as a child's at the promise of a fairy story.
"I dreamed that I went to a very grand ball in a city down below. The ladies were gorgeously dressed, but late in the evening an unknown girl came into the room and everybody turned to look at her, forgetting all the rest of the party." He paused a moment before adding, "I dreamed that that girl was you."
"What did they all hev ter say about me?" she eagerly demanded.
"To be perfectly frank—you see it was a dream—most of them just exclaimed: 'My God!'"
"I don't hardly censure 'em," admitted Blossom. "I reckon I cut a right sorry figger at that party."
Henderson laughed aloud.
"But don't you see, that wasn't it at all. They were all breathless with admiration. You had the things they would have given all their jewels for—things they can't buy."
For a little space she looked at him with serious, pained eyes, suspicious of ridicule, then the expression altered to bewilderment, and her question came in a lowered voice.
"Things I hev thet they lacks? What manner of things air them—I mean——those?"