"Just like the rest; the fellow has a handle to his name and that 's enough."
"Why didn't you offer to drive me home yourself?" answered Letty, with equally frank coquetry, bending her eyes upon him with a challenge in their hazel depths.
"By George, why did n't I?" was Farebrother's whispered reply, as he handed her over to Sir Archy.
Miss Corbin's exit was much more imposing than her arrival, as she drove off, sitting up straight and slim, in Sir Archy's dog-cart.
"Do you know," said he, as they spun along the freshly watered drive in the soft August afternoon, "that you are the first American I have seen yet? All of the young ladies that I see here are tolerably fair copies of the young ladies I meet in London drawing-rooms; but you are really what I fancied an American girl to be."
"Thank you," answered Letty, dubiously. "But I daresay I am rather better behaved than you expected to find me."
"Not at all," answered Sir Archy, with energy.
This was a good beginning for an acquaintance, and when Letty got home she could not
