ted to get acquainted."

Miss Sally laughed.

"Well," she said cheerfully, "there's different ways to do it, but I
guess you an' me have got well acquainted different from what most folks
does. Ain't you been over to the ice-cream table yet? Or was you waitin'
to be primed; that's what us ladies is here for, to start folks spendin'
money, like Mrs. Foster's little nephew that come up from the city to
visit her last summer. He wanted to know what everything was for that
was on the farm or in the house, that he wasn't used to, an' when they
told him they always had to leave a dipper of water in the pail to prime
the pump with so it would give water, he wanted to know if the reason
they had the pans of milk in the spring-house was so they could prime
the cows so they would give milk."

Eliph' laughed heartily, for his heart was light. He was making
progress; Miss Sally admitted that they were well acquainted, and now he
could proceed to the second step advised in "Courtship; How to Win the
Affections; How to Hold Them When Won."

CHAPTER XIII. "Second: A Small Present"

The next morning Eliph' Hewlitt purchased the two-pound box of candy in
the pictured box that had long been considered by the druggist a foolish
investment. For months it had reposed in the end of the toilet soap
case awaiting a purchaser, and had acquired a sweet odor of scented soap
mingled with the plainer odor of cut castile, and no one had been so
extravagant as to buy it. Once the druggist had tried to persuade the
candy salesman to take it back in exchange for more salable goods, but
after taking it from the show-case and smelling it the drummer refused.
At the opposite end of the case the druggist kept his plush manicure and
brush-and-comb sets, with a few lumps of camphor scattered among them
to discourage moths, but the odor of camphor did not hurt the candy. The
scented soap protected it from the camphor. When Kilo buys scented soap
she likes to have it really scented.

Miss Sally, when the small boy Eliph' secured as a messenger had
delivered the box of candy, knew well enough what it meant. The neatly
written card, "From Yours very truly, E. Hewlitt," did not suggest much,
perhaps, but in Kilo friends do not scatter two-pound boxes of candy
recklessly about. To receive a two-pound box on Christmas would have
been a suspicious circumstance, for a smaller box would have done quite
as well between friends, but to send a two-pound box o