"Let me walk with you, Jim. Where are you
staying?"

"With Marietta."

"Your father's old housekeeper?"

"Yes; she lives a good way from here."

They walked for some time in silence. Then
Arthur said suddenly:

"You are seventeen, now, aren't you?"

"I was seventeen in October."

"I always knew you would not grow up like
other girls and begin wanting to go to balls and
all that sort of thing. Jim, dear, I have so often
wondered whether you would ever come to be
one of us."

"So have I."

"You said you had done things for Bini; I
didn't know you even knew him."

"It wasn't for Bini; it was for the other one"

"Which other one?"