“Honestly, I’m afraid not,” he said. “I don’t believe I ever saw a shoe that would fit you, Miss Holly.”
Holly acknowledged the compliment with a ceremonious bow and a little laugh.
“I didn’t know you Northerners could pay compliments,” she said.
“We are a very adaptable people,” answered Winthrop, “and pride ourselves on being able to face any situation.”
“But you haven’t told me what you’ll give me, Mr. Winthrop.”
“I have exhausted my treasures, Miss Holly. There remains only myself. I throw myself at your feet, my dear young lady; I will be your slave for life.”
“Oh, I thought you Northerners didn’t believe in slavery,” said Holly.
“We don’t believe in compulsory slavery, Miss Holly. To be a slave to Beauty is always a pleasure.”
“Another compliment!” cried Holly. “Two before breakfast!”