But a strange shyness seized her when she looked up and saw how much older he was in reality than he had been in her recollections.

She had no answer ready when he began his accustomed teasing.

Instead she clung to Joyce when they left the street-car, leaving Betty to walk with Phil as they threaded their way through the crowded thoroughfares.

It was so good to be with her again, and as they hurried along she squeezed the arm linked in hers to emphasize her delight.
For the time, Joyce found no change in her, for with child-like abandon she exclaimed over the strange sights.

"Oh, Joyce! Snow!" she cried, when a falling flake brushed her face.