"And you've come home for good now, haven't
you?" His eyes were still drinking in the beauty
of the girl, his mind neither on his questions nor
her answers.

"Yes, forever and ever," she replied, with a laugh
that showed her white teeth.

"Did you like it at school?" It was her lips
now that held his attention and the little curves
under her dimpled chin. He thought he had never
seen so pretty a mouth and chin.

"Not always; but we used to have lots of fun,"
answered the girl, studying him in return--the way
his cravat was tied and the part of his hair. She
thought he had well-shaped ears and that his nose
and eyebrows looked like a picture she had in her
room upstairs.

"Come and tell me about it. Let's sit down
here," he continued as he drew her to a sofa and
stood waiting until she took her seat.

"Well, I will for a moment, until they begin to
come in," she answered, her face all smiles. She
liked the way he behaved towards her--not asking
her permission, but taking the responsibility and by
his manner compelling a sort of obedience. "But I
can't stay," she added. "Sister won't like it if I'm