"She got other already English name," confided Black-Eyes, with the manner for her sister he did not like.
"Oh! What is it?"
"Sarann," laughed the dark one. "Tha' 's jus' joke her fadder. He all times joke upon her."
Garland did not quite understand. He decided that he did not wish to, for the blue-eyed one looked very uncomfortable.
"I shall call her Purple-Eyes," he said.
The disagreeableness of the other continued.
"Yaes; tha' 's good name—for her," she added, with an intention that was distinctly odious.
"In America that would be the most beautiful name a man could give to a beautiful woman," said Garland, severely.
The dark one looked a bit frightened. The blonde one gave him the merest horizon of her eyes as she raised her head. Gratitude was in them.
"Now, won't you go on, and tell me how you knew me before I opened my blooming head?"
He had again addressed himself to Purple-Eyes; but Black-Eyes answered:
