You ought to see her dance." Keith, however, had made his decision.

A girl with eyes like dewy violets was his Diana, and to her his incense was offered.
A day or two later Keith was passing down the main street, when he saw the young woman crossing over at the corner ahead of him, stepping from one stone to another quite daintily.

She was holding up her skirt, and showed a very neat pair of feet in perfectly fitting boots.

At the crossing she stopped.

As Keith passed her, he glanced at her, and caught her eye fastened on him.