Washington began to feel that the eyes of the public were on him also, and his eyes rolled about, now towards the ceiling, now towards the floor, in an effort to look unconscious.
"Good morning, Miss Hawkins.

Delighted.

Mr.Hawkins.

My friend, Miss Medlar." Mr.Hawkins, who was endeavoring to square himself for a bow, put his foot through the train of Mrs.Senator Poplin, who looked round with a scowl, which turned into a smile as she saw who it was.

In extricating himself, Mr.Hawkins, who had the care of his hat as well as the introduction on his mind, shambled against Miss Blanche, who said pardon, with the prettiest accent, as if the awkwardness were her own.