The action seemed to justify Wetmore to himself in saying, "Yes, thank you, I will have some tea, Miss Saunders, and then I'll get some one to introduce me to you. You haven't seen me before, and I can't stand these airs of Ludlow's." He made them laugh, and Charmian introduced them, and Cornelia gave him his tea; then Charmian returned to her grievance and complained to Cornelia: "I thought you didn't know anybody in New York."
"Well, it seems you were not far wrong," Wetmore interposed. "I don't call Ludlow much of anybody."
"You don't often come down to anything as crude as that, Wetmore," Ludlow said.
"Not if I can help it. But I was driven to it, this time; the provocation was great."
"I had the pleasure of meeting Miss Saunders at home, several years ago," Ludlow said in obedience to Charmian. "We had some very delightful friends in common, there—old friends of mine—at Pymantoning."
"What a pretty name," said Mr. Plaisdell. "What a pity that none of our great cities happen to have those musical Indian names."
"Chicago," Wetmore suggested.
"Yes, Chicago is big, and the name is Indian; but is it pretty?"
"You can't have everything. I don't suppose it is very decorative."
"Pymantoning is as pretty as its name," said Ludlow. "It has the loveliness of a level, to begin with; we're so besotted with mountains in the East that we don't know how lovely a level is."