But he's just the kind of cuss to get holt of all the purty girls." Others gazed with simple, sad wistfulness upon the slender figure, pale, sweet face, and dark eyes of the young girl, feeling that to have talk with such a fairy-like creature was a happiness too great to ever be their lot.

And when she had passed they went back to work with a sigh and feeling of loss.
As for Lily, she felt a pang of pity for these people.

She looked at this peculiar form of poverty and hardship much as the fragile, tender girl of the city looks upon the men laying a gas-main in the streets.
She felt, sympathetically, the heat and grime, and, though but the faintest idea of what it meant to wear such clothing came to her, she shuddered.

Her eyes had been opened to these things by Radbourn, a class-mate at the Seminary.
The young fellow knew that Lily was in love with him, and he made distinct effort to keep the talk upon impersonal subjects.

He liked her very much, probably because she listened so well.
"Poor fellows," sighed Lily, almost unconsciously.