You came into the morning-room and I was there." "You ?" "Yes! I was at school in Paris, and I was spending my half-holiday with Maggie." "The little brown girl!" he murmured.

"I never heard your name, and when I sent the chocolates I had to send them to 'the young lady in brown.' Of course I remember! But your hair was down your back, you had freckles, and you were as silent as a mouse." "You see how much better my memory is than yours," she laughed.
"I am not so sure," he objected.

"You took me for the gardener just now." "Not when you came down the steps," she protested, "and besides, it is your own fault for wearing such atrociously old clothes." "They shall be given away to-morrow," he promised.
"I should think so," she replied.

"And you might part with the battered straw hat you were wearing, at the same time." "It shall be done," he promised meekly.
She became reminiscent.
"We were all so interested in you in those days.

Lord Peters told us, after you were gone, that some day you would be Prime Minister." "I am afraid," he sighed, "that I have disappointed most of my friends." "You have disappointed no one," she assured him firmly.