Yes, it was his turn now to show some eagerness of friendship, if there was ever to be anything more than friendship between them.

But she changed all this as she put her hand upon the look of the door.

She would be honest to him--honest and true.

She was, in truth, glad to see him, and he should know it.

What cared she now for the common ways of women and the usual coyness of feminine coquetry?
She told herself also, in language somewhat differing from that which Doodles had used, that her filly days were gone by, and that she was now a trained mare.