It was ever so much colder here than in Baltimore; she had not remembered; the glass of the side door was iced, the windows were shirred with snow in the corners.

Her mind played still with one subject.

Did _he_ dress like that boy there, who walked calmly down a bustling business street, in moccasins and winter-carnival costume?
How very _Western!_ Of course he wasn't that way: he went to Princeton, was a sophomore or something.

Really she had no distinct idea of him.

An ancient snap-shot she had preserved in an old kodak book had impressed her by the big eyes (which he had probably grown up to by now).