"But don't you know yourself whether you like music or not?" Dexie asked her, as Nina vainly endeavored to catch her mother's eye. "Do you not play or sing, Miss Gordon?"
Nina picked at her gloves in embarrassment as she replied, with a simper:
"Well, I play scales on the piano sometimes."
"Then you are fond of music, I suppose," said Cora, pleasantly.
"Well, I think I am. I will ask mamma; she knows if I like it. Is it quite correct to like music, do you think?"
The silly look which accompanied this speech made Dexie almost disgusted with her, but she turned to Cora and smiled significantly.
"Well," said Dexie, when her double had taken her departure, "she has tired me out; but with that chin what can anyone expect? It tells her character at a glance."
"Tell us your opinion of her," said Cora. "Do you see the great difference there is between you?"
"Why, she is different every way. First in importance is temper; there she has the best of me, for she is as mild as milk-and-water, and I own it certainly is not the 'correct thing' to get into such rages as I do. She gives the impression that she is never determined about anything, and anyone can persuade her that this, or that is right, as she has no mind to solve the matter for herself. She will go through life depending on another's conscience to keep her straight; but with that chin what else could she do?"
"What does her chin say?" said Cora, smiling.