"And make it Littleton? Well, why not? I rather like that! It seems impersonal; it explains nothing."
"Except its smallness," laughed the lawyer, "and that would be apparent anyhow, I suppose."
She laughed with him.
"I'm afraid so. Yes, I believe it will do. Littleton! It really suits me."
"There! Didn't I tell you? I've named your model town already; I shall be galloping side by side with you before you know it. Off with you now, hobby and all!"
But she passed out smiling and satisfied. When Mr. Barrington took that tone she knew he was the old friend again, and not the legal adviser; and much as she respected the lawyer, she far preferred the friend, to-day.
CHAPTER II.
OLD FRIENDS.
Miss Lavillotte descended in the elevator and hurried out to her waiting brougham, and stopped an instant with her foot on the step, to turn a kindly, inquiring gaze upon the elderly coachman, who held the door open before her. An amused twinkle grew in his honest eyes as he gravely responded to the glance with the words, "No, Miss Joyce, I'm not tired nor cold—where next?"