I bowed ceremoniously.
"We shall be over this afternoon, when we have made a list of the supplies we require," she went on.
As I hunted for the pins, she began to look in her purse for a five cent piece.
"Oh!—never mind," I said; "I can charge these to your bill in the afternoon."
"No! thank you," she replied, airily and lightly;—oh! so very, very airily that I would not have been surprised had she flown away.
"Your terms are strictly cash;—I would not disturb your business routine for worlds."
As I held out the package to her, I stopped and, for the first time, I felt really at ease and equal to her.
"Possibly you would prefer that I send this package round by the delivery wagon?" I said.
She picked the paper package from between my fingers and her chin went into the air at a most dangerous elevation, while her eyelids closed over her eyes, allowing long, golden-brown lashes to brush her cheeks. Then, without a word, she turned her back on me and passed through the doorway with her companion, or chaperon, or aunt, or whatever relation to her the elderly lady might be.
"So foolish!" I heard her exclaim, under her breath, then she went over something on her fingers to the elderly lady, who laughed and started in to talk volubly.