It was one of those strange cases of apparent telepathy which one sometimes notices.

When Ellen looked at the market-window, with a flash of reminiscence, Robert immediately drew her to a stop before it.

"That is quite a study in color," he said.
"I fancy there are a good many unrecognized artists among market-men." "Yes, it is really beautiful," agreed Ellen, looking at it with eyes which had changed very little from their childish outlook.

Again she saw more than she saw.

The window differed materially from that before which she had stood fascinated so many years ago, for that was in a different season.