very white and soft, and the rim of linen above them was dazzling.
His black frock-coat was buttoned snugly about his slim waist.
He brushed his face with a fine silk handkerchief, and thereby
diffused the fragrance of the best imported cologne among the odors
of wood and turpentine. A diamond pin sparkled from his neckscarf.
The truth is, he knew that the visitors were coming and had made
a state toilet. "He looks half like an actor and half like a clergyman,
and he IS all a politician," thought Mrs. Carriswood; "I don't think
I shall like him any more." While she thought, she was inclining
her slender neck toward him, and the gentlest interest and pleasure
beamed out of her beautiful, dark eyes.

"We like the West, but _I_ have liked it for ten years;
this is not my first visit," said Mrs. Carriswood.

"I have reason to be glad for that, madam. I never made another
speech so good."

He had remembered her; she laughed. "I had thought that
you would forget."

"How could I, when you have not changed at all?"

"But you have," says Mrs. Carriswood, hardly knowing whether
to show the young man his place or not.

"Yes, ma'am, naturally. But I have not learned how to make
a speech yet."

"Ah, but you make very good ones, Harry tells me."