her figure smoothly, and a black lace hat, with
pale-blue forget-me-nots, sat demurely on her
yellow hair.

I led her toward Cleric's chair, the only
comfortable one I had, questioning her con-
fusedly.

She was not disconcerted by my embarrass-
ment. She looked about her with the naive
curiosity I remembered so well. "You are
quite comfortable here, aren't you? I live in
Lincoln now, too, Jim. I'm in business for
myself. I have a dressmaking shop in the
Raleigh Block, out on O Street. I've made a
real good start."

"But, Lena, when did you come?"

"Oh, I've been here all winter. Didn't
your grandmother ever write you? I've
thought about looking you up lots of times.
But we've all heard what a studious young
man you've got to be, and I felt bashful. I
didn't know whether you'd be glad to see
me." She laughed her mellow, easy laugh,
that was either very artless or very compre-
hending, one never quite knew which. "You
seem the same, though, -- except you're a
young man, now, of course. Do you think
I've changed?"

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