The reminiscence came to him like a picture thrown by a magic lantern.
The child, without taking her eyes from the tiny bit of metal, put up her little mouth, and the girl kissed her, only to have the kiss wiped off with the chubby, dirty little hand.
The next moment the two little ones started down the road, their heads close together over the bit of yellow gold.

Then it was that Alice Yorke for the first time took a real look at Keith,--a look provoked by the casual glance she had had of him but a moment before,--and as she did so the color stole up into her cheeks, as she thought of the way in which she had just addressed him.

But for his plain clothes he looked quite a gentleman.

He had a really good figure; straight, broad shoulders, and fine eyes.
"Can you tell me what time it is ?" she asked, falteringly.

"I left my watch at the hotel." "I haven't a watch; but I think it must be about four o'clock--it was half-past three when I left school, by the school clock; I am not sure it was just right." "Thank you." She looked at her horse.