A girl leaped from the wheel and with a spring in her step, which spoke of a bounding vitality, ran up the steps.
What thought caught her it is difficult to say, but on the topmost step she spun around and looked straight into Barry's eyes.
"Paula!" he shouted, and was out of the car and at the foot of the steps, with hand outstretched, when, with a single touch of her foot to the steps, she was at him, with both hands reaching for his.
"Barry, oh, Barry! It can't be you!" she panted.

Her face went red, then white, then red again.

"Oh, it's better than a drink to see you.

Whence, how, why, whither?
Oh, never mind answering," she went on.

"It's enough to see you." A step behind her diverted her attention from Barry.