She thought of what Kathleen had said about him; looked up, instinctively questioning him with curious, uncomprehending eyes; then her gaze wandered, became lost in smiling retrospection as she thought of Dysart, peevish; and she frankly regretted him and his dance.
Young Mallett stirred, passed a rather bony hand over his shaven upper lip, and said abruptly: "I never expected you'd grow up like this.
You've turned into a different kind of girl.

Once you were chubby of cheek and limb.

Do you remember how you used to fight ?" "Did I ?" "Certainly.

You hit me twice in the eye because I lost my temper sparring with Scott.

Your hands were small but heavy in those days....