"The other people that you like better."
Lois named several ladies, among them Mrs. Wishart, her hostess.
"There's no men's names among them," remarked Mrs. Armadale. "Didn't you see none, savin' that one?"
"Plenty!" said Lois, smiling.
"An' nary one that you liked?"
"Why, yes, grandmother; several; but of course—"
"What of course?"
"I was going to say, of course I did not have much to do with them; but there was one I had a good deal to do with."
"Who was he?"
"He was a young Mr. Caruthers. O, I did not have much to do with him; only he was there pretty often, and talked to me. He was pleasant."