tasteful blue toque, a prayer-book clasped in one neatly gloved hand.
As she turned unconsciously toward the steps, Winston lifted his hat
and bowed. With a quick upward glance of surprise the girl recognized
him, a sudden flush crimsoning her cheeks, her eyes as instantly
dropping before his own. In that sudden revelation the young man
appeared to her an utterly different character from what she had
formerly considered him; the miracle of good clothing, of environment,
had suddenly placed them upon a level of companionship. That Winston
likewise experienced something of this same exaltation was plainly
evident, although his low voice trembled in momentary excitement.

"I trust you will pardon my presumption," he said, taking the single
step necessary to face her, "but I confess having been deliberately
waiting here to request the privilege of walking to church beside you."

"Beside me? Indeed!" and both lips and eyes smiled unreservedly back
at him. "And how did you chance to guess it was my intention to
attend? Is it a peculiarity of leading ladies?"

"As to that I cannot safely say, my acquaintance among them being
limited." He was acquiring fresh confidence from her cordial manner.
"But I chanced to overhear your questioning the clerk last night, and
the bold project at once took possession of me. Am I granted such
permission?"

Her dark eyes wandered from their early scrutiny of his eager face
toward that small group of interested smokers beyond. What she may
have beheld there was instantly reflected in a pursing of the lips, a
swift decision.