"
"Why, she must be the most beautiful girl in the whole world!" she
cried.
"No, indeed!" he said. "She is not a particle better looking in her way
than you are in yours. She is a type of dark beauty, but you are equally
as perfect. She is unusual in her combination of black hair and violet
eyes, although every one thinks them black at a little distance. You
are quite as unusual with your fair face, black brows, and brown hair;
indeed, I know many people who would prefer your bright head to her dark
one. It's all a question of taste--and being engaged to the girl," he
added.
"That would be likely to prejudice one," laughed Elnora.
"Edith has a birthday soon; if these last will you let me have a box of
them to send her?"
"I will help gather and pack them for you, so they will carry nicely.
Does she hunt moths with you?"
Back went Philip Ammon's head in a gale of laughter.
"No!" he cried. "She says they are 'creepy.' She would go into a spasm
if she were compelled to touch those caterpillars I saw you handling
yesterday."
"Why would she?" marvelled Elnora. "Haven't you told her that they are
perfectly clean, helpless, and harmless as so much animate velvet?"
"No, I have not told her. She wouldn't care enough about caterpillars to
listen."
"In what is she interested?"
"What interests Edith Carr? Let me think! First, I believe she takes
pride in being a little handsomer and better dressed than any girl
of her set.
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