The last part of that glance Linda caught.

She slightly lifted one of the feet under inspection, thrust it forward and looked at the Judge with a gay challenge in her dark eyes.
"Are you interested in them too ?" she asked.
The Judge was embarrassed.

A flush crept into his cheeks.

He was supposed to be master of any emergency that might arise, but one had arisen in connection with a slip of a schoolgirl that left him wordless.
"It is very probable," said Linda, "that if my shoes had been like most other girls' shoes I wouldn't be here today.

I was in the same schoolroom with your son for three years, and he never saw me or spoke to me until one day he stopped me to inquire why I wore the kind of shoes I did.