She held out her hand--"I hope you don't think me too awful.

My name's Caroline Smith.

How do you do ?" They shook hands.

Maggie, still bewildered by sleep, said, stammering, "Won't you sit down?
I beg your pardon.

My aunts--" "Oh, it isn't the aunts I wanted to see," replied Miss Smith, laughing so that a number of little bracelets jingled most tunefully together.
"I came to see you.