That one ought to courtesy and back out from your presence as they do at court." Madam laughed an appreciative little laugh that showed a thorough enjoyment of the situation.

"But when you saw that the girls were mistaken--" Mary interrupted hurriedly, blushing again in her confusion.

"No, no! they were not mistaken! You're exactly as they described you, only they didn't tell me how--how--er," she groped frantically for the word and finished lamely, "how _human_ you are." She had started to say "how _adorable_ you are," but checked herself, afraid it would sound too gushing on first acquaintance, although that was exactly what she felt.
"I mean," she continued, in her effort to be understood, "it seems from the way you put yourself in my place so quickly, that once upon a time you must have been the same kind of girl that I am.

But of course I know you were not.

You were Lloyd Sherman's kind.