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The two girls used to meet several times a day, and every time

they met, Kitty's eyes said: "Who are you? What are you? Are you

really the exquisite creature I imagine you to be? But for

goodness' sake don't suppose," her eyes added, "that I would

force my acquaintance on you, I simply admire you and like you."

"I like you too, and you're very, very sweet. And I should like

you better still, if I had time," answered the eyes of the

unknown girl. Kitty saw indeed, that she was always busy. Either

she was taking the children of a Russian family home from the

springs, or fetching a shawl for a sick lady, and wrapping her up

in it, or trying to interest an irritable invalid, or selecting

and buying cakes for tea for someone.