"What then?"
"Why, of course, I thought yellow primroses would'nt become you;—now they would suit me—I'm so dark."
"You do not need them."
"Fie—Miss Flatterer."
"Oh, no, Fanny, I never flatter."
"Well, I'm glad you like me, then!" cried Fanny, "for I declare I'm desperately in love with you, Reddy. Just think, now, how much flattered Miss Sallianna would have been if I had carried these flowers to her—you know she loves the 'beauties of nature.'"
And Miss Fanny assumed a languishing air, and inclining her head upon one shoulder, raised her eyes lackadaisically toward the ceiling, in imitation of Miss Sallianna.
"No, Fanny!" said Redbud, "that is not right."
"What?"
"Mimicking Miss Sallianna."