The quick trot of ponies' feet made him look up, as one of the little carriages, containing a single young lady, came rapidly down the street.

The lady was young, blonde, and dressed in blue.

He stared a minute, then his whole face woke up, and, waving his hat like a boy, he hurried forward to meet her.
"Oh, Laurie, is it really you?
I thought you'd never come!" cried Amy, dropping the reins and holding out both hands, to the great scandalization of a French mamma, who hastened her daughter's steps, lest she should be demoralized by beholding the free manners of these 'mad English'.
"I was detained by the way, but I promised to spend Christmas with you, and here I am." "How is your grandfather?
When did you come?
Where are you staying ?" "Very well--last night--at the Chauvain.

I called at your hotel, but you were out." "I have so much to say, I don't know where to begin! Get in and we can talk at our ease.

I was going for a drive and longing for company.
Flo's saving up for tonight." "What happens then, a ball ?" "A Christmas party at our hotel.