Keith declared that all women loved flattery, but protested, of course, that he was not flattering her.
"Why should I?" he laughed.
"Oh, just because you think it will please me, and because it is so easy. It is so much less trouble. It takes less intellect, and you don't think I am worth spending intellect on."
This Keith stoutly denied.
She gave him a fleeting glance out of her brown eyes. "She, however, is as good as she is handsome," she said, returning to Mrs. Lancaster.
"Yes; she is one of those who 'do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.'"
"There are not a great many like that around here," Lois smiled. "Here comes one now?" she added, as Mrs. Nailor moved up to them. She was "so glad" to see Miss Huntington out. "You must like your Winter in New York?" she said, smiling softly. "You have such opportunities for seeing interesting people-like Mr. Keith, here?" She turned her eyes on Keith.
"Oh, yes. I do. I see so many entertaining people," said Lois, innocently.
"They are very kind to you?" purred the elder lady.
"Most condescending." Lois turned her eyes toward Keith with a little sparkle in them; but as she read his appreciation a smile stole into them.