“Don't do that,” she said. “You make me want to be silly.” There was a quiver in her voice, but she tried to change it. “If you don't lift your head,” she added with a great effort at disciplinarian firmness, “I shall have to go away without telling you the other things.” He lifted his head, but his attempt at a smile was not hilarious. “Well, Ann,” he submitted, “I've warned you. Bring along your dog.” She took a sheet of paper out of one of the neat pockets in her rough, brown coat. “I just wrote down some of the very best tailors' addresses--the very best,” she explained. “Don't you go to any but the very best, and be a bit sharp with them if they're not attentive. They'll think all the better of you. If your valet's a smart one, take him with you.” “Yes, Ann,” he said rather weakly. “He's going to make a list of things himself, anyhow.” “That sounds as if he'd got some sense.” She handed him the list of addresses. “You give him this, and tell him he must go to the very best ones.” “What do I want to put on style for?” he asked desperately. “I don't know a soul on this side of the Atlantic Ocean.” “You soon will,” she replied, with calm perspicacity. “You've got too much money not to.” A gruff chuckle made itself heard from Hutchinson's side of the room. “Aye, seventy thousand a year'll bring th' vultures about thee, lad.” “We needn't call them vultures exactly,” was Little Ann's tolerant comment; “but a lot of people will come here to see you. That was one of the things I thought I might tell you about.” “Say, you're a wonder!” “I'm nothing of the sort. I'm just a girl with a bit of common sense--and grandmother's one that's looked on a long time, and she sees things. The country gentlemen will begin to call on you soon, and then you'll be invited to their houses to meet their wives and daughters, and then you'll be kept pretty busy.” Hutchinson's bluff chuckle broke out again. “You will that, my lad, when th' match-making mothers get after you. There's plenty on 'em.” “Father's joking,” she said. Her tone was judicially unprejudiced. “There are young ladies that--that'd be very suitable. Pretty ones and clever ones. You'll see them all.” “I don't want to see them.” “You can't help it,” she said, with mild decision. “When there are daughters and a new gentleman comes into a big property in the neighborhood, it's nothing but natural that the mothers should be a bit anxious.” “Aye, they'll be anxious enough. Mak' sure o' that,” laughed Hutchinson. “Is that what you want me to put on style for, Little Ann?” Tembarom asked reproachfully. “I want you to put it on for yourself. I don't want you to look different from other men. Everybody's curious about you. They're ready to LAUGH because you came from America and once sold newspapers.”