"You have done so well, 'Léna dear," she said, as she sat down beside her discouraged hostess. "I feel I must tell you that immediately. You are not a bit shy and nervous, as I should be if I were giving my first dinner."
Magdaléna smiled gratefully. Tiny had always been the kindest of the girls. "I am glad you think I am not so bad," she said. "But I fear that I have bored everybody."
"Indeed, you have not. You are so calm and full of natural repose. The rest of us seem dreadfully American by contrast."
"You are never fussy."
"I know, but it is quite different. I've been very carefully brought up. You would be exactly as you are if you had brought yourself up. The Spanish are the most dignified—What are they going to do, I wonder?"
Mr. Fort approached. "We are going to walk about the grounds and step on the frogs," he said. "I don't know a line of poetry, but I can count stars, and I'll tell you of my aspirations in life. Will you come?"
"I so want to hear your aspirations, Mr. Fort," said Tiny. "I did not know that California men had aspirations."
The girls went with him to the verandah, and all started down the driveway together, then paired. To her surprise, Magdaléna found Trennahan beside her.
"I am so glad to be with you again," he said petulantly. "I am tired of types."
"Types?"