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When the time came for me to speak she listened with great interest,

and sometimes at my words her eyes sparkled almost as much as they

did when she was speaking herself. She knew a great many things, and

I was pleased to find out that she was especially interested in the

good qualities of the people she knew. I never heard so many gracious

sentiments in so short a time.

Miss Willoughby's residence was but a short distance from the station

at Waterton; and as she thought it entirely unnecessary to take a cab,

I attended to her baggage, and offered to walk with her to her home

and carry her little bag. I was about to leave her at the door, but

this she positively forbade. I must step in for a minute or two to see

her mother and her aunt They had heard of me, and would never forgive

her if she let me go without their seeing me. As the door opened

immediately, we went in.

Miss Willoughby's mother and aunt were two most charming elderly

ladies, immaculately dainty in their dress, cordial of manner, bright

of eye, and diminutive of hand, producing the impression of gentle

goodness set off by soft white muslin, folded tenderly.

They had heard of me. In the few days in which I had been with the

Larramies, Miss Willoughby had written of me. They insisted that I

should stay to supper, for what good reason could there be for my

taking that meal at the hotel--not a very good one--when they would be

so glad to have me sup with them and talk about our mutual friends?

I had no reasonable objection to offer, and, returning to the station,

I took my baggage to the hotel, where I prepared to sup with the

Willoughby family.

They were now a little family of three, although there was a brother

who had started away the day before on a bicycling tour very like my

own, and they were both so delighted to have Amy visit the Larramies,

and they were both so delighted to have her come back.

The supper was a delicate one, suitable for canary birds, but at an

early stage of the meal a savory little sirloin steak was brought on

which had been cooked especially for me. Of course I could not be

expected to be satisfied with thin dainties, no matter how tasteful

they might be.

This house was the abode of intelligence, cultivated taste, and

opulence. It was probably the finest mansion of the town. In every

room there were things to see, and after supper we looked at them,

and, as I wandered from pictures to vases and carved ivory, the

remarks of the two elder ladies and Miss Willoughby seemed like a

harmonized chorus accompanying the rest of the performance. Each spoke

at the right time, each in her turn said the thing she ought to say.

It was a rare exhibition of hospitable enthusiasm, tempered by

sympathetic consideration for me and for each other.