it was well known, had a suitor in the person of Mr. Cyril Harkness, the
Philadelphian dentist.

Harkness had set up his consulting room in the hotel, but, for economy's
sake, he lodged himself in the old Harmon house that was just beyond
Captain Rexford's, on the same road. By this arrangement he passed the
latter house twice a day, but he never took any notice of Blue and Red.
They did not wish that he should--oh no, they were above that--but they
felt sure that Eliza was very silly to dislike him as she did,
and--well, between themselves, they found an infinite variety of things
to say concerning him, sayings emphasised by sweet little chuckles of
laughter, and not unfrequently wandering sighs. Sophia, at their age,
had had many suitors, this was the family tradition, and lo, upon their
own barren horizon there was only one pretty young man, and he only to
be looked at, as it were, through the bars of a fence.

One day, when the blue merino frock was flitting about near the red one,
the wearers of both being engaged in shaking up a feather bed, Red
suddenly stopped her occupation in some excitement.

"Oh, Blue!" She paused a moment as if she were experiencing some
interesting sensation; "oh, Blue, I think I've got toothache."

"No!" cried Blue, incredulously, but with hope.

Again over Red's face came the absorbed expression of introspection, and
she carefully indented the outside of her pretty cheek several times
with her forefinger.

"Yes, I'm sure I feel it. But no; there, it's gone again!"