No photographs of young fellows in lettered sweaters were hidden among her belongings.

Her friends in the school thought this state of affairs very odd and they sometimes asked pointed questions.
Miss Barbara Howe, whose home was in Brookline and whose father was the senior partner of an old and well-known firm of downtown merchants, was the leading questioner.

She liked Mary and the latter liked her.

Barbara was pretty and full of spirits and, although she was the only child, and a rather spoiled one, in a wealthy family, there was no snobbishness in her make-up.
"But I can't see," she declared, "what you have been doing all the time.
Where have you been keeping yourself?
Don't you know ANYBODY ?" Mary smiled.

"Oh, yes," she replied, "I know a good many people." "You know what I mean.