"Do you think so? I know she has no special beauty to attract one, but she looks bright and good-tempered, I'm sure, and I like her voice, don't you?"
"Not too well. Those American voices are not to my taste. They threaten my ear-drums."
"Do you call hers sharp, though, Mrs. Campbell? It's clear, I know, and decided, but——"
She waved the subject aside, as if it were not worth discussing longer, and asked,
"What do you think of the twinnies?"
Her tone, though laughingly contemptuous, was gentleness itself, and young Allyne looked up, rather puzzled.
"Why, they seem nice, sweet girls; don't you think so?"
"One can't always tell by looks," was the ambiguous reply, and then she began to laugh, as if in great amusement over some recollection.
Meanwhile the Windemere girls and the traveler had turned and were listening, as Mrs. Campbell meant they should.
"What pleases you, Zaidee?" asked Laura, the older, settling her eyeglasses anew, the better to gaze at her friend.