A faint, faint smile was in their depths.

"Are we strangers, child ?" the low voice asked.

"I feel as if we had met before.

Why do you look at me so kindly?
Most people only stare." Dinah was suddenly conscious of a hot sensation at the throat that made her want to cry.

"It is you who have been kind," she said, and her little hand closed with confidence upon the limp, cold fingers.