"With me?"
"Yes. I've seen you in church, and I've heard you talked about, and I wanted to find out for myself."
"Find out what?" asked Annie a little soberly.
"Why, you see, I don't believe it's possible for any girl to be as sweet as you look. I couldn't, I know. I've been trying these two days, and I'm nearly worn out."
Annie's eyes opened wide with surprise, and she laughed merrily as she answered:
"What can you mean? I'm glad enough if my face doesn't tell tales of me."
"But mine does," said Jenny, "and then I'm so sure to tell all the rest with my tongue. I wish I knew what were your faults."
"My faults? What for?"
"I don't know. Seems to me if I could think of your faults instead of mine, it wouldn't be so hard to look sweet."
Annie saw that there was more earnestness than fun in the queer talk of her new acquaintance. The truth was that Jenny had been having almost as hard a struggle with her tongue as ever poor Dick Lee with his, though not for not the same reason. Before many minutes she had frankly told Annie all about it, and she could never have done that if she had not somehow felt that Annie's "sweetness" was genuine. The two girls were sure friends after that, much to the surprise of Mr. Dabney Kinzer.