I am afraid he had a slight feeling of condescension, as he returned the kind greeting of his old companions .-- Raise a housemaid to be cook, and she will condescend to the new housemaid.
Annie sat still, staring at her book, and turning red and pale alternately.

But he took no notice of her, and she tried to be glad of it.
When school was over, however, he came up to her in the lane, and addressed her kindly.
But the delicate little maiden felt, as the rough stonemason had felt, that a change had passed over the old companion and friend.

True, the change was only a breath--a mere shadow.

Yet it was a measureless gulf between them.

Annie went to her garret that night with a sense of sad privation.
But her pain sprung from a source hardly so deep as that of the stonemason.