There was a tinge of color rising in Jenny's face, but, before she could say anything, Dab added:
"There! Jenny, there's Mrs. Foster and Annie. Isn't she sweet?"
"One of the nicest old ladies I ever saw——"
"Oh, I didn't mean her mother."
"Never mind. You must introduce me to them."
"So I will. Take my arm."
"MAY I HAVE THE HONOR?"
Jenny Walters had been unusually kindly and gracious in her manner that evening, and her very voice had much less than its accustomed sharpness, but her natural disposition broke out a little some minutes later, while she was talking with Annie. Said she:
"I've wanted so much to get acquainted with you."