With her lustreful light hair, absent blue eyes, and her gentle voice, as small and pretty as her face and figure, it was not too difficult to justify Crailey Gray's characterization of her as one of those winsome baggages who had made an air of feminine helplessness the fashion of the day.
It is a wicked thing that some women should kiss when a man is by; in the present instance the gentleman became somewhat faint.
"I'm so glad--glad!" exclaimed Betty.

"You were just coming to see me, weren't you?
My father is in the library.

Let me--" Miss Bareaud drew back.

"No, no!" she interrupted hastily and with evident perturbation.

"I--we must be on our way immediately." She threw a glance at the gentleman, which let him know that she now comprehended his gloves, and why their stroll had trended toward Carewe Street.