"To him!" Lucy exclaimed.
"Him first and foremost! He's as innocent as a year-old baby. There isn't a better fellow living than J oseph Asten, but his bringing up has been fitter for a girl than a boy. He hasn't had his eye-teeth cut yet, and it's my opinion that she has."
"What do you mean by that?"
"No harm. Used to the world, as much as anything else. He don't know how to take people; he thinks tli' outside color runs down to the core. So it does with him; but I can't see what that girl is, under her pleasant ways, and he won't guess that there's anything else of her. Between ourselves, Lucy,—you don't like her. I saw that when you came away, though you were kissing each other at the time."
"What a hypocrite I must be!" cried Lucy, rather fiercely.
"Not a bit of it. Women kiss as men shake hands. You don't go around, saying, 'Julia dear!' like Anna Warriner." Lucy could not help laughing. "There," she said, cc that's enough, Elwood! I'd rather you would think yourself in the right than to say anything more about her this evening."
She sighed wearily, not attempting to conceal her fatigue and depression.
"Well, well!" he replied; "I'll pester you no more with disagreeable subjects. There's the house, now, and you'll soon be rid of me. I won't tell you, Lucy, that if you ever want for friendly service, you must look to me,—because I'm afeared you won't feel free to do it; but you'll take all I can find to do without your asking."
Without waiting for an answer he drew up his horse at the gate of her home, handed her out, said "Good night!" and drove away.
