"You've seen this Alice Adams here.

Mr.Lamb's pet swindler must be her father." Mr.Palmer passed a smooth hand over his neat gray hair, which was not disturbed by this effort to stimulate recollection.

"Oh, yes," he said.
"Of course--certainly.

Quite a good-looking girl--one of Mildred's friends.

How queer!" Mildred looked up, as if in a little alarm, but did not speak.