"Oh, she likes Sara well enough. Viv's not particularly narrow, Miss Castleton."
Hetty bestowed a smile upon him.
"That's comforting, Mr. Wrandall," she said, and he was silent for a moment, reflecting.
"Do you know," said he, as if a light had suddenly burst in upon him, "you've got more poise than any girl I've ever seen?"
"It's my bringing up, sir," she said mockingly.
"Ancestral habit," he explained, with a polite bow.
"Pedigreeable manners, perhaps."
"I wish the mater could have heard you say that." admiringly.
"Don't you adore the country at this time of the year?"
"When I get to heaven I mean to have a place in the country the year round," he said conclusively.