nd the indefinable
something that goes to make up the ensemble of the man of the world.
He could say nothing, cleverly; he had little subtleties of manner that
put the other men she had met to poor advantage beside him. On the
night in question the Squire was giving a supper in honor of the
berry-pickers who had helped to gather in the crop the week before.
Afterwards, they would sing the sweet, homely songs that all the
village loved, and then troop home by moonlight to the accompaniment of
their own music.

"Well, Mr. Sanderson," said the Squire, "suppose you stay to supper
with us. See, we've lots of good company"--and he waved his hand,
indicating the different groups, "and we'll talk about the stock
afterwards."

He accepted their invitation to supper with flattering alacrity; they
were so good to take pity on a solitaire, and Mrs. Bartlett was such a
famous housekeeper; he had heard of her apple-pies in Boston. Dave
scented patronage in his "citified" air; he and other young men at the
table--young men who helped about the farm--resented everything about
the stranger from the self-satisfied poise of his head to the
aggressive gloss on his riding-boots.

"Why, Dave," said Kate to her cousin in an undertone, "you look
positively fierce. If I had a particle of vanity I should say you were
jealous."

"When I get jealous, Kate, it will be of a man, not of a tailor's sign."

"Say, Miss Kate," said Hi Holler, "they're a couple of old lengths of
stove-pipes out in the loft; I'm going to polish 'em up for leggins.
Darned if I let any city dude get ahead o' me."

"The green-eyed monster is driving you all crazy," laughed Kate, in
great good humor. "The girls don't seem to find any fault with him."
Cynthia and Amelia were both regarding him with admiring glances.

Dave turned away in some impatience. Involuntarily his eyes sought out
Anna Moore to see if she, too, was adding her quota of admiration to
the stranger's account. But Anna had no eyes or ears for anything but
the business of the moment, which was attending to the Squire's guests.
Evidently one woman could retain her senses in the presence of this
tailor's figure. Dave's admiration of Anna went up several points.

She slipped about as quietly as a spirit, removing and replacing dishes
with exquisite deftness. Even the Squire was forced to acknowledge
that she was a great acquisition to the household. She neither sought
to avoid nor to attract th