Boston, and to them, in the friendly Washington way, the young
German was promptly introduced. It was a society in which
familiarity reigned and in which people were liable to meet three
times a day, so that their ultimate essence really became a matter
of importance.

"I've got three new girls," Mrs. Bonnycastle said. "You must talk
to them all."

"All at once?" Vogelstein asked, reversing in fancy a position not
at all unknown to him. He had so repeatedly heard himself addressed
in even more than triple simultaneity.

"Oh no; you must have something different for each; you can't get
off that way. Haven't you discovered that the American girl expects
something especially adapted to herself? It's very well for Europe
to have a few phrases that will do for any girl. The American girl
isn't ANY girl; she's a remarkable specimen in a remarkable species.
But you must keep the best this evening for Miss Day."

"For Miss Day!"--and Vogelstein had a stare of intelligence. "Do
you mean for Pandora?"

Mrs. Bonnycastle broke on her side into free amusement. "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 haven't seen her or thought of
her from that day to this. We came to America in the same ship."