City, in the fierce and unregenerate days of its youth, had
seen fairer and higher colored faces, more gayly bedizened, on its
thoroughfares, but never anything so fresh and innocent. Men stood
there all unconsciously, reverencing their absent mothers, sisters, and
daughters, in their spontaneous homage to the pair, and seemed to feel
the wholesome breath of their Eastern homes wafted from the freshly
ironed skirts of these foolish virgins as they rustled by. I am afraid
that neither Cissy nor Piney appreciated this feeling; few women did at
that time; indeed, these young ladies assumed a slight air of hauteur.

"Really, they do stare so," said Cissy, with eyes dilating with
pleasurable emotion; "we'll have to take the back street next time!"

Piney, proud in the glory reflected from Cissy, and in her own,
answered, "We will--sure!"

There was only one interruption to this triumphal progress, and that was
so slight as to be noticed by only one of the two girls. As they passed
the new works at the mill, the new engineer, as Piney had foreseen, was
leaning against the doorpost, smoking a pipe. He took his hat from his
head and his pipe from his month as they approached, and greeted them
with an easy "Good-afternoon," yet with a glance that was quietly
observant and tolerantly critical.

"There!" said Cissy, when they had passed, "didn't I tell you? Did you
ever see such conceit in your born days? I hope you did not look at
him."

Piney, conscious of having done so, and of having blushed under his
scrutiny, nevertheless stoutly asserted that she had merely looked at
him "to see who it was." But Cissy was placated by passing the Secamps'
cottage, from whose window the three strapping daughters of John
Secamp, lately an emigrant from Missouri, were, as Cissy had surmised,
lightening the household duties by gazing at the--to them--unwonted
wonders of the street. Whether their complexions, still bearing traces
of the alkali dust and inefficient nourishment of the plains, took a
more yellow tone from the spectacle of Cissy's hat, I cannot say. Cissy
thought they did; perhaps Piney was nearer the truth when she suggested
that they were only "looking" to enable them to make a home-made copy of
the hat next week.

Their progress forward and through the outskirts of the town was of
the same triumphal character. Teamsters withheld their oaths and their
uplifted whips as the two girls passed by; weary miners, toiling in
ditch