When he took a tall, slim girl in white in to dinner, he could not help saying huskily: "You remind me of one who was a very dear friend of mine.

I was much startled when you came into the room." "You mean some one who is dead ?" she asked in awe-struck tones.
"Fever," he said.
"You think I am like her in appearance ?" "In every way," he said dreamily; "the same sweet--pardon me, but it is very remarkable.

Even the tones of the voice are the same.

I suppose I ought not to ask your age ?" "I shall be twenty-one in August." "She would have been twenty-one in August had she lived," Tommy said with fervour.

"My dear young lady--" This was the aged gentleman again, but she did not wince; he soon found out that they expect authors to say the oddest things, and this proved to be a great help to him.
"My dear young lady, I feel that I know you very well." "That," she said, "is only because I resemble your friend outwardly.
The real me (she was a bit of philosopher also) you cannot know at all." He smiled sadly.