Sylvia stood on the threshold an instant, shy and uncertain as to how she should make herself known.

The sun flooding the windows glinted on the bright hair of the girl at the piano; she was very fair, and her features were clear-cut and regular.

There was no sound in the room but the crisp rustle of the leaves of music as the girl tossed them about.

Then as she flung aside the last sheet with an exclamation of disappointment, Sylvia made herself known.
"I'm Sylvia Garrison," she said, advancing.
They gravely inspected each other for a moment; then Marian put out her hand.
"I'm Marian Bassett.

Aunt Sally told me you were coming." Marian seated herself with the greatest composure and Sylvia noted her white lawn gown and white half-shoes, and the bow of white ribbon at the back of her head.