This time the meeting as a pleasant one; somebody ran across to him from over the way, and he saw that it was Sally Fisher.

She looked pleased.

The girl had preserved a good deal of her sea-side complexion through the year and a half of town life, and, when happy, glowed all over her cheeks with the healthiest hue.

She held out her hand in the usual frank, impulsive way.
"Oh, I thought it was you! You won't see I no more at the old place." "No?
How's that ?" "I'm leavin' un to-morrow.

I've got a place in a shop, just by here,--a chandler's shop, and I'm going to live in." "Indeed?
Well, I'm glad to hear it.