Europe to have a few phrases that will do for any girl. The American girl is n't any girl; she's a remarkable individual in a remarkable genus. But you must keep the best this evening for Miss Day."
"For Miss Day!" Vogelstein exclaimed, staring. "Do you mean Pandora?"
Mrs. Bonnycastle stared a moment in return, then laughed very hard. "One would think you had been looking for her over the globe! So you know her already, and you call her by her pet name?"
"Oh, no, I don't know her; that is, I have n't seen her, or thought of her, from that day to this. We came to America in the same ship."
"Is n't she an American, then?"
"Oh, yes; she lives at Utica, in the interior."
"In the interior of Utica? You can't mean my young woman, then, who lives in New York, where she is a great beauty and a great belle, and has been immensely admired this winter."
"After all," said Vogelstein, reflecting, and a little disappointed, "the name is not so uncommon; it is perhaps another. But has she rather strange eyes, a little yellow, but very pretty, and a nose a little arched?"
"I can't tell you all that; I have n't seen her. She is staying with Mrs. Steuben. She only came a day or two ago, and Mrs. Steuben is to bring her. When she wrote to me to ask leave she told me what I tell you. They have n't come yet."
Vogelstein felt a quick hope that the subject of
