"Oh, I'd like to ever so much," said Judith. "Your aunt?"
"Suppose I send my aunt over to see you?" said Andrew, quite ignorant of the etiquette of calls, but hitting it off well in his ignorance. "She'll come to visit Mrs. Morris, and then, of course, if you care to see her, she'll be so glad to ask you to come over."
"Does your aunt visit the Morrises?" asked Judith, with some surprise.
"Why, of course: we only live a mile away," said Andrew, entirely oblivious of the compliment to himself.
"Oh, yes, of course," said Judith, hastily, feeling mean.
Finally they said "Good-bye." Andrew had gone but a few steps when she called him.
"Wait a moment. When do you think your aunt will come?"
"Soon; not to-morrow, she's going to town. Perhaps next day. Why?"
"Oh, I want to put on a pretty frock," she said candidly.
"Well," said Andrew, with conviction, "you can't beat that one."