"You have no idea how popular she is, just because she is interested in everybody in that sweet friendly way." They went on to talk of other things, so absorbed in their own conversation that they thought no more about Mary's.

So they did not see that presently she turned away from her garrulous companion, and, wrapped in her own thoughts, sat gazing at the flying landscape.

It was not at the snowy fields she was smiling with that happy light in her eyes, nor at the gleaming river.

She was only dimly conscious of them and had forgotten entirely that it was the famous Hudson whose shore-line they were following.

For once she was finding her own thoughts more interesting than the conversation of an unexplored stranger, although the old lady had taken her generously into her confidence during the first quarter of an hour.