"It sounds--oh, I don't know--common." "That's what the girls thought who didn't get called," laughed Helen.
She arranged her hair in front of the mirror, pulling it down over her forehead till it looked like a golden turban.

"Oh, who do you think was there tonight ?" she suddenly interrupted herself.
Mary shook her head.
"Burdon Woodward--as handsome as ever.

Yes, handsomer, I think, if he could be.

He asked after you.

I told him you were nearly better." "Then he must be down at the factory every day," thought Mary.