Jenney

The garment was a dark blue, and Mr. Jenney felt of its gossamer weight with a good-natured contempt.

You seem such an out-of-door person, and Mr. Jenney said you were always wandering about the country-side.

"Mr. Jenney said something else that—that I wanted to ask you about," she went on, breathing more deeply.

Hanover Street, Mr. Jenney's farm-house, were unrealities too.