"What do you think of her, Helen?" his wife asked of the little girl,
sitting so quietly beside her.
"Oh, I like her, Aunt Marcia, ever so much. She asked _me_ to come to
see her, and she is older than Bess."
"There is no nonsense about her," said Carl.
"I think it is hard to tell why you like people." Bess twisted her
handkerchief meditatively. "She isn't exactly pretty, but she is
pleasant and polite--"
"Yes, and she is ready to do anything, and doesn't think about her
clothes," Carl interposed.
"Boys think about their clothes as well as girls," said Louise. "I
know lots of girls who don't think about their clothes."
"So do I--some who have no regard whatever for them," said Aunt Zelie,
laughing.
"Do you know I like the description they give of Dora," remarked Mr.
William Hazeltine, after the children had left the room.
"I never knew Carl to be so warm in the praise of a new acquaintance,"
said his brother. "You will have to let them go to see her, Zelie."
"Pray, do not be rash; find out who they are first," begged Mrs.
Hazeltine.
"I can't help thinking," said her husband, "that this little girl may
be the daughter of my old friend Dick Warner; you remember him, Frank?
He died about a year ago, somewhere abroad.
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