“June,” said Irene, as later in the evening they were standing together, “who is that sweet looking girl you introduced me to—the one in that rich garnet silk? I did not quite understand her name.”
“Why, that is Miss Horton, the country girl,” said June, biting her under lip.
“Why, what little dimpled hands she has.”
“Yes; they are very pretty. That fine, intelligent young man talking to Scott is her brother Guy.”
“Is it possible? There is something fine looking about him.”
“Oh, yes; they say he is quite an orator, as well as a literary person, and is talking of starting a publishing house somewhere. Mr. Eggleston tells me he is very ambitious.”
“You must introduce me when he and Scott have finished that very earnest conversation. You know I am partial to literary people, and don’t forget to mention that I write.”
“You have forgotten that he is from the country.”
“Oh, of course I did not mean anything by that remark.”