Bangs brought her over. He was a tight, smiling youth, as sound as oak, as clear as good water. "Here's Miss Blue, Eugene. She's from up in Wisconsin, and comes down to Chicago occasionally. I told her you ought to know her. You might meet up there sometime." "Say, but that's good luck, isn't it?" smiled Eugene. "I'm sure I'm glad to know you. What part of Wisconsin do you come from?" "Blackwood," she laughed, her greenish-blue eyes dancing. "Her hair is yellow, her eyes are blue, and she comes from Blackwood," commented Bangs. "How's that?" His big mouth, with its even teeth, was wide with a smile. "You left out the blue name and the white dress. She ought to wear white all the time." "Oh, it does harmonize with my name, doesn't it?" she cried. "At home I do wear white mostly. You see I'm just a country girl, and I make most of my things." "Did you make that?" asked Eugene. "Of course I did." Bangs moved away a little, looking at her as if critically. "Well, that's really pretty," he pronounced. "Mr. Bangs is such a flatterer," she smiled at Eugene. "He doesn't mean any thing he says. He just tells me one thing after another." "He's right," said Eugene. "I agree as to the dress, and it fits the hair wonderfully." "You see, he's lost, too," laughed Bangs. "That's the way they all do. Well, I'm going to leave you two. I've got to get back. I left your sister in the hands of a rival of mine." Eugene turned to this girl and laughed his reserved laugh. "I was just thinking what was going to become of me. I've been away for two years, and I've lost track of some of these people." "I'm worse yet. I've only been here two weeks and I scarcely know anybody. Mrs. King takes me around everywhere, but it's all so new I can't get hold of it. I think Alexandria is lovely." "It is nice. I suppose you've been out on the lakes?" "Oh, yes. We've fished and rowed and camped. I have had a lovely time but I have to go back tomorrow." "Do you?" said Eugene. "Why I do too. I'm going to take the four-fifteen." "So am I!" she laughed. "Perhaps we can go together." "Why, certainly. That's fine. I thought I'd have to go back alone. I only came down for over Sunday. I've been working up in Chicago." They fell to telling each other their histories. She was from Blackwood, only eighty-five miles from Chicago, and had lived there all her life. There were several brothers and sisters. Her father was evidently a farmer and politician and what not, and Eugene gleaned from stray remarks that they must be well thought of, though poor. One brother-in-law was spoken of as a banker; another as the owner of a grain elevator; she herself was a school teacher at Blackwood--had been for several years.