Never mind, ladies, said Arthur Carroll. There is really very little use in your telling me your names, because my memory is so bad. I remember neither names nor faces. If I should meet you on the street, and should fail to recognize you on that account, I trust that you will pardon me. And – said Captain Carroll, on that account, I will not say anything about your call to the ladies of my family; I should be sure to get it all wrong. We will wait, and trust that you will find them at home the next time you call. Good-afternoon, ladies. Captain Carroll had further mercy. He allowed the ladies to leave the house unattended and to dive desperately into the waiting coach. Home at once, Mrs. Van Dorn cried, hoarsely, to Samson Rawdy, waking from his nap in some bewilderment. Captain Carroll was standing on the porch with a compound look of kindest pity and mirth on his face when the Carroll ladies came strolling round that way from the pond. He kissed them all, as was his wont; then he laughed out inconsequently. What are you laughing at, dear? asked Amy. At my thoughts, sweetheart.