Later she found what our ladies agreed was its primal design, after much turning of the leaves of ancient Godey's magazines.
Mrs.Judge Robinson, from one sidelong glance, brought off detailed intelligence of the bonnet's checkered past.
The elder Miss Eubanks decried the mannishness of cane-bearing; and Mrs.
Westley Keyts, entering the shop as Miss Caroline was bowed out, declared that her silk stockings were of a hue hardly respectable, and that she wore shoes "twice too small for her." The eyes of the suddenly urbane Westley glistened when he overheard this, but he fell to dissecting a beef without further sign.
For better or worse, Miss Caroline and Little Arcady had exchanged impressions of each other.
I met her by chance that morning and was charmed by her flattering implication of reliance upon myself.

She made me feel that our understanding was secret and our attachment romantic.

To complete her round of our commercial centre I escorted her to the _Argus_ office.

Her greeting of Solon Denney was a thing to behold with unalloyed delight.
They seemed to understand each other at once.

Two minutes after Solon had looked up in some astonishment from his dusty, over-piled desk, they were arrayed as North and South in a combat of blithest raillery.
Miss Caroline sat in Solon's battered chair with the missing castor, surveyed his exchange-laden desk with a humorous eye, and seized the last _Argus_, skimming its local columns with a lively interest and professing to be enthralled by its word-magic.