I guess"-- and her eyes twinkled--"we'll have to consider ourselves old friends to make it right." "You are very kind, indeed, Mrs.Owen.I see that I have a responsibility about Allen.

I'll keep an eye on him.
"Drop in now and then.

I eat a good many Sunday dinners alone when I'm at home, and you may come whenever you feel like facing a tiresome old woman across the table." She followed him into the hall, where they ran into Sylvia, who had been upstairs saying good-night to her grandfather.

Mrs.Owen arrested Sylvia's flight through the hall.
"Sylvia, I guess you and Mr.Harwood are already acquainted." "Except," said Dan, "that we haven't been introduced!" "Then, Miss Garrison, this is Mr.Harwood.

He's a Yale College man, so I read in the paper." "Oh, I already knew that!" replied Sylvia, laughing.
"At Wellesley please remember, Miss Garrison, about the Kalamazoo cousins," said Dan, his hand on the front door.
"I guess you young folks didn't need that introduction," observed Mrs.
Owen.