I am sure you can't mistake them, Kit, for in their way they are very distinctive." Yet Kit was positive now that neither the Dean nor his sister had come to meet her.

She stood in the waiting-room quite unconscious of the attention she attracted, for Kit would have been singled out from the multitude anywhere by reason of what Jean called "her unique individuality." She wore a dark tan serge traveling coat with a brown service cap to match that set a bit rakishly on her red curls.

There was about her an air of buoyant and friendly self-possession, which always ingratiated her with any casual acquaintances.

Therefore it was no wonder that Mr.Bellamy glanced at her several times with interest, even while his gaze sought through the crowd for a young New England type of boy, bound for Delphi, Wis.
But Kit noticed Mr.Bellamy.Noticed his alert anxiety as he walked up and down, eyeing every newcomer.

He was eighteen or nineteen, and unmistakably looking for some one.