Well, here you are now, dear, and we must just see each other as often as ever we can!" They made a strange contrast, Maggie so plain in her black dress with her hair that always looked as though it had been cut short like a boy's, her strong rough movements, and Caroline, so neat and shining and entirely feminine that her only business in the world seemed to be to fascinate, beguile and bewilder the opposite sex.

Whatever the aunts may have thought of this new friendship, they said nothing.

Caroline had her way with them as with every one else.

Maggie wondered often as to Aunt Anne's, real thoughts.

But Aunt Anne only smiled her dim cold smile, gave her cold hand into the girl's warm one and said, "Good afternoon, Caroline.