“Well, if women will do so, I, for my part, can’t blame the men.”

In a few moments Miss Prissy rushed back as much discomposed as a clucking hen who has seen a hawk.

“Well, Miss Scudder, what do you think?  Here’s Colonel Burr come to call on the ladies!”

Mrs. Scudder’s first movement, in common with all middle-aged gentlewomen, was to put her hand to her head and reflect that she had not on her best cap; and Mary looked down at her dimpled hands, which were blue from the contact with mixed yarn she had just been spinning.

“Now I’ll tell you what,” said Miss Prissy,—­“wasn’t it lucky you had me here? for I first saw him coming in at the gate, and I whipped in quick as a wink and opened the best-room window-shutters, and then I was back at the door, and he bowed to me as if I’d been a queen, and says he, ‘Miss Prissy, how fresh you’re looking this morning!’ You see, I was in working at the Vernons’, but I never thought as he’d noticed me.  And then he inquired in the handsomest way for the ladies and the Doctor, and so I took him into the parlor and settled him down, and then I ran into the study, and you may depend upon it I flew round lively for a few minutes.  I got the Doctor’s study-gown off, and got his best coat on, and put on his wig for him, and started him up kinder lively,—­you know it takes me to get him down into this world,—­and so there he’s in talking with him; and so you can just slip down and dress yourselves,—­easy as not.”

Meanwhile Colonel Burr was entertaining the simple-minded Doctor with all the grace of a young neophyte come to sit at the feet of superior truth.  There are some people who receive from Nature as a gift a sort of graceful facility of sympathy, by which they incline to take on, for the time being, the sentiments and opinions of those with whom they converse, as the chameleon was fabled to change its hue with every surrounding.  Such are often supposed to be wilfully acting a part, as exerting themselves to flatter and deceive, when in fact they are only framed so sensitive to the sphere of mental emanation which surrounds others that it would require an exertion not in some measure to harmonize with it.  In approaching others in conversation, they are like a musician who joins a performer on an instrument,—­it is impossible for them to strike a discord; their very nature urges them to bring into play faculties according in vibration with those which another is exerting.  It was as natural as possible for Burr to commence talking with the Doctor on scenes and incidents in the family of President Edwards, and his old tutor, Dr. Bellamy,—­and thence to glide on to the points of difference and agreement in theology, with a suavity and deference which acted on the good man like a June sun on a budding elm-tree.  The Doctor was soon wide awake, talking with fervent animation on the topic of disinterested benevolence,—­Burr the mean while studying him with the quiet interest