"Was I right this morning?
Didn't we look prettier then ?" "Infinitely." Bell colored rather angrily, and Phebe laughed outright.

Mr.De Forest favored her with a stare, chewed the end of his side-whiskers reflectively a moment, then deliberately walked over to her.

"Miss Lane, I believe." Phebe bowed, but somewhat stiffly.
"Excuse me," continued De Forest, imperturbably.

"There doesn't seem to be any one to introduce us, and we know perfectly well who we each are, you know, and I wanted to ask about a mutual friend of ours,--Miss Vernor." Phebe brightened and softened instantly.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, dropping her work, "you know her?
you have seen her?
lately ?" "I know her, yes, quite well.