It's
called the 'New'--no, the 'Young Moon.'"
Ena forgot for a moment that she badly needed help from her brother
and began sharply to catechize him. "_When_ did you buy me a dress?
The day Lord Raygan offered to go back to that room and choose me one
and I said no, I didn't want a dress?"
"Yes. That was the day. I couldn't let her try it on in vain."
"Oh, you bought it to please _her_--the girl like a golliwog?"
"She isn't like a golliwog, really. That's not fair. And I bought the
dress to please you, of course. It's mighty pretty. I've got it in my
room."
"I wonder what your steward thinks? Well, I'll thank you when I see
it. But what an idea, to introduce one of those girls to _me_! Lord
Raygan said they were all bleached and painted, except the one who
wasn't pretty."
"That's my one. But I think she is pretty, and better than pretty. Her
eyes--and her smile---"
"Never mind her eyes and her smile. I _can't_ be introduced to a
model, Petro. I _won't_ know a dressmaker."
"Mother was one. And father's mother was a washer---"
"Be still, for the love of heaven! If any one should hear!"
"I'm not ashamed of---"
"Well, I _am_! Oh, Petro, don't be horrid, just when I really need you
to be nice.
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