"But everybody knows you."

He dismissed this with a sniff of reproof. Then they settled down
in the small trench and seemed to take a childish delight in the
peril of their rencounter.

"Lord, but it's good to see you!" he sighed, luxuriously. "And
you're stunninger than ever!"

"I'm a sight!" she said.

She was clad even more plainly than he, and had the same spirit
of neglectful elegance. She was big, too, for a woman; somewhat lank
but well muscled, and decisive in her motions as if she normally
abounded in strength. What grace she had was an athlete's, but she
looked overtrained or undernourished. Seeing that she did not look
well, Dyckman said:

"How well you're looking, Charity."

She did not look like Charity, either; but her name had been given
to her before she was born. There had nearly always been a girl
called Charity in the Coe family. They had brought the name with
them from New England when they settled in Westchester County some
two hundred years before. They had kept little of their Puritanism
except a few of the names.

This sportswoman called Charity had been trying to live up to her
name, of late. That was why she was haggard. She smiled at her