When she passed the brown-eyed boy walking with the girl of her encounter, she knew, for she heard him say: "Did you really let that gawky piece of calico get ahead of you ?" The answer was indistinct.
Elnora hurried from the city.

She intended to get her lunch, eat it in the shade of the first tree, and then decide whether she would go back or go home.

She knelt on the bridge and reached for her box, but it was so very light that she was prepared for the fact that it was empty, before opening it.

There was one thing for which to be thankful.

The boy or tramp who had seen her hide it, had left the napkin.