I have watched her.

She meets a man--she is friends with him, for she talks to him as eagerly as he does to her--mamma cannot tell who he is.' "'Has my aunt seen him ?' "'No, not so much as a fly's wing of him.

I myself have only seen his back.

It strikes me like a familiar back, and yet I cannot think who it is.

But they separate with sudden darts, like two birds who have been together to feed their young ones.