They sat down and talked of generalities. Then an idea occurring to her, she conducted the conversation by devious paths to ties and asked Alwyn if he had heard of the fad of collecting ties. He had not, and she showed him a sofa pillow.
“Your tie quite attracted me,” she said; “it would make just the dash of color I need in my new pillow.”
‚ÄúYou may have it and welcome. I‚Äôll send‚ÅÝ‚Äî‚Äù
“Oh, no! A bird in the hand, you know. I’ll trade with you now for another I have.”
“Done!”
The exchange was soon made, Miss Wynn tying the new one herself and sticking a small carved pin in it. Bles slowly sat down again, and after a pause said, “Thank you.”
She looked up quickly, but he seemed quite serious and good-natured.
“You see,” he explained, “in the country we don’t know much about ties.”
The well-balanced Miss Wynn for a moment lost her aplomb, but only for a moment.
“We must all learn,” she replied with penetration, and so their friendship was established.
The company now began to gather, and soon the double parlor held an assemblage of twenty-five or thirty persons. They formed a picturesque group: conventional but graceful in dress; animated in movement; full of good-natured laughter, but quite un-American in the beautiful modulation of their speaking tones; chiefly noticeable, however, to a