She had, as she mournfully told herself, been able to make nothing of it.

The two were civility itself to each other, but very plainly they were not at ease in each other's company; and Billy, much to her surprise, had to admit that Arkwright did not appear to appreciate the "circumstances" now that he had them.

The pair called each other, ceremoniously, "Mr.
Arkwright," and "Miss Greggory"-- but then, that, of course, did not "signify," Billy declared to herself.
"I suppose you don't ever call him 'Mary Jane,'" she said to the girl, a little mischievously, one day.
"'Mary Jane'?
Mr.Arkwright?
No, I don't," rejoined Miss Greggory, with an odd smile.

Then, after a moment, she added: "I believe his brothers and sisters used to, however." "Yes, I know," laughed Billy.

"We thought he was a real Mary Jane, once." And she told the story of his arrival.