"What makes you say that ?" "She has acquired a very odd manner," said Mrs.Farry decidedly.

"At least, she seemed odd to ME.

I met her at the corner just before I got to the house, a few minutes ago, and after we'd said howdy-do to each other, she kept hold of my hand and looked as though she was going to cry.

She seemed to be trying to say something, and choking----" "But I don't think that's so very queer, Clara.

She knew you in school, didn't she ?" "Yes, but----" "And she hadn't seen you for so many years, I think it's perfectly natural she----" "Wait! She stood there squeezing my hand, and struggling to get her voice--and I got really embarrassed--and then finally she said, in a kind of tearful whisper, 'Be of good cheer--this trial will pass!'" "How queer!" exclaimed Margaret.
Penrod sighed, and returned somewhat absently to his soup.
"Well, I don't know," said Mrs.Schofield thoughtfully.