"
"Well," agreed the young man, "being young and pretty is not
everything."
"Pretty!" said Harry Lawton, scornfully, "pretty! She is a great
beauty."
"And not young?"
"She is a great beauty, and better than young, because time has
not touched her beauty, and you can see for yourself that it
lasts."
The young man laughed. "Oh, well," he said, with a tender
inflection, "I dare say that my Amy will look like that to me."
"If she doesn't you don't love her," said Lawton. "But my Eudora
IS that."
"That is a queer-sounding Greek name."
"She is Greek, like her name. Such beauty never grows old. She
stands on her pedestal, and time only looks at her to love her."
"I thought you were a business man as hard as nails," said the
young man, wonderingly. Lawton laughed.
When Thursday came, Lawton, carefully dressed and carrying a long
tissue-paper package, evidently of roses, approached the Yates
house. It was late in the afternoon. There had been a warm day,
and the trees were clouds of green and more bushes had blossomed.
Eudora had put on a green silk dress of her youth.
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