"He must have a dull time of it." "I should think he might be afraid," said Ellen.
"Afraid of what ?" "Of ghosts." "Ghosts in a shoe-shop ?" asked Robert, laughing.
"I don't believe there has been another building in the whole city which has held so many heart-aches, and I always wondered if they didn't make ghosts instead of dead people," Ellen said.
"Do you think they have such a hard time ?" "I know they do," said Ellen.

"I think I ate the knowledge along with my first daily bread." Robert Lloyd looked down at the light, girlish figure on his arm, and again the resolution that he would not talk on such topics with a young girl like this came over him.

He felt a reluctance to do so which was quite apart from his masculine scorn of a girl's opinion on such matters.

Somehow he did not wish to place Ellen Brewster on the same level of argument on which another man might have stood.

He felt a jealousy of doing so.