“Yes,” said Hetty. “I don’t know what made me, but I felt I had to. I almost meant to take him.”
Flora Schuyler nodded gravely. “But it wasn’t because of that man Clavering?”
“It was not,” said Hetty, with a little laugh. “Don’t you like him? He is rather a famous man back there on the prairie.”
Flora Schuyler shook her head. “No,” she said; “he reminded me of that Florentine filigree thing. It’s very pretty, and I bought it for silver, but it isn’t.”
“You think he’s that kind of man?”
“Yes,” said Miss Schuyler. “I wouldn’t take him at face value. The silver’s all on top. I don’t know what is underneath it, and would sooner somebody else found out.”