"If you are speaking of the best people in each country, however," said Mr. Wyllys; "that is not the surest way of judging national character. We must take the average."
"I am aware of that, sir."
"At any rate, you don't seem to have liked this Mr. Ellery," said
Elinor.
"Not in the least; I used to think him excessively impertinent," exclaimed Harry, and as his choler rose, while certain recollections passed through his mind, he coloured again. To change the subject, he took up the bag the young ladies had been admiring.
"What fanciful name may belong to this piece of finery; for, of course, it is not a bag?" he asked.
"Oh, it is too useful, not to have a straight-forward, common name; you may call it a sac, though, if you like. I could not think of anything more imaginative; can you, Jane?"
"I dare say, there is another name; but I have forgotten it; everything has a name of its own, in Paris."
"Your table looks like a fancy-shop, Aunt Agnes," continued Hazlehurst; "gloves, bags, purses, boxes, muslins, portfolios, and twenty other things, jumbled together."
"What sort of wood is the work-box that you chose for Miss
Patsey?" asked Elinor. "I am very glad you thought of her."
"Harry does not seem to have forgotten any of his friends, while in Paris," said Miss Agnes.