Mary carried it off with a flurry of nervous carelessness.
"Mr.Robert--Miss Brown.

She's my best friend.

Her first name's Saxon.
Ain't it a scream of a name ?" "Sounds good to me," Billy retorted, hat off and hand extended.

"Pleased to meet you, Miss Brown." As their hands clasped and she felt the teamster callouses on his palm, her quick eyes saw a score of things.

About all that he saw was her eyes, and then it was with a vague impression that they were blue.