"Sister Anne, sister Anne," called Migwan from the rocks below,
"do you see any one coming?"

Sahwah lowered her glass and shook her head. "No sign of the
_Bluebird_ yet," she answered. "If Gladys doesn't come pretty
soon I shall die of impatience. Oh, what do you suppose she'll
be like, anyway?"

"Beautiful beyond compare," answered Migwan promptly, "and
skilled in every art we ever thought or dreamed of. She is going
to be my affinity, I feel it in my bones."

Sahwah looked rather pensive. "Nobody in her right mind would
choose me for an affinity," she said with a sigh, squinting
sidewise down her nose and mentally counting the freckles
thereon, "I'm not interesting enough looking."

"Goosie," said Migwan, laughing, "affinities aren't chosen, they
just happen. You see somebody for the first time and you don't
know a thing about her, perhaps not even her name, and yet
something tells you that you two belong together. That's an
affinity."

"But how can you tell in advance that you and Gladys are going to
be affinities?" asked Sahwah. "How do you know that when she
sees me waving the sheet from the tower she won't say to herself,
'The energetic maiden on yon lofty tower is my one and only love.
I can only see one bloomer leg and a hank of hair, but that is
enough to recognize my soul mate by. Come to my arms, Finny!'"