hair cloth and dimity curtains. This ineradicable simplicity of character was what charmed Farebrother most—she would always retain a delightful freshness, and she never could become wholly sophisticated.
"I can't tell you how much I have enjoyed being here," he said to her, with hearty sincerity, as he stood at the foot of the stairs, looking up at Letty. She held the candle a little above her head, and its yellow circle of flame fell on her pure, pale face—for this young lady who tried so hard to make fools of men, had the air, the face, and the soul of a vestal.
Letty nodded her head gravely.
"Of course you have enjoyed yourself. We are such an—ahem—agreeable family."
"I should say so! And to get into a community where people won't even talk about divorce—and where nobody chases the dollar very hard—and where the dear Colonel is considered a very practical man—pray excuse me, Miss Corbin, but I do think your grandfather the noblest old innocent!"
"I know it. Grandpapa is innocent. So is Aunt Jemima. I am the only worldling in the family."
