Her hands rested on her lap, giving her an air of contentment as she turned her face toward me and asked:-- "Have you come to see Master Hamilton ?" "Yes," I answered, "and you." "And me ?" she asked, looking up with a curious little smile.

"In what way may I serve you ?" "By sitting there and permitting me to look at you," I answered.
"Oh, is that all ?" she asked, laughing softly.
"And by smiling once in a while," I suggested.
"Who shall smile?
You or I ?" she queried, glancing slyly up to me.
"Oh, you, by all means," I returned.

"There is no beauty in my smile, while yours--" "Come, come, Baron Ned," she interrupted, looking up to me pleadingly.
"My smiles are honest, and that is all that is needful in my case.

So don't try to make me believe they are anything more.

Don't make a fool of me by flattery." "Don't you like flattery, Betty ?" I asked.
"Yes, of course I do," she returned, smiling and dimpling exquisitely.
"But it is not good for me.