"It is a very one-sided arrangement that you should remember all my secrets while I know none of yours.

It is as if you had stolen my private journal." A subtle coyness, an air of constraint, and of shy, curious observance, which had marked Ida's manner toward Miss Ludington in the early part of the day, had noticeably given way under the influence of the latter's blithe affectionateness, and it was with arms about each other's waists that the two sauntered back to the house, in the twilight.
"I scarcely know what to call you," said Ida.

"For me to call you Ida, as you call me, would be and, besides, you are so much older than I it would seem hardly fitting." Miss Ludington laughed softly.
"On the score of respect, my darling, you need not hesitate," she said, "for it is you who are the elder Miss Ludington, and I the younger, in spite of my white hair.

You are forty years older than I.It is I who owe you the respect due to years.

You are right, however; it would be confusing for us to call each other by the same name, and still there is no word in human language that truly describes our relationship." "It seems to me it is more like that of sisters than any other," suggested Ida, with a certain timidity.
Miss Ludington reflected a moment, and then exclaimed, delightedly: "Yes, we will call each other sister, for our relation is certainly a kind of sisterhood.