He even seemed again to inhale the perfume of the roses.
"Clarence!" He started.

He had been sleeping, but the voice sounded strangely real.
A light, girlish laugh followed.

He sprang to his feet.

It was Susy standing beside him--and Susy even as she looked in the old days! For with a flash of her old audacity, aided by her familiar knowledge of the house and the bunch of household keys she had found, which dangled from her girdle, as in the old fashion, she had disinterred one of her old frocks from a closet, slipped it on, and unloosening her brown hair had let it fall in rippling waves down her back.

It was Susy in her old girlishness, with the instinct of the grown actress in the arrangement of her short skirt over her pretty ankles and the half-conscious pose she had taken.
"Poor dear old Clarence," she said, with dancing eyes; "I might have won a dozen pairs of gloves from you while you slept there.