But gradually, as the days went by, other figures than Lane's were limned upon her fancy--vague figures of heroes, knights, soldiers.

He still dominated her romances, though less personally.

She built around him.

Every day brought her new strange desires.
One evening in August when Bessy sat alone the telephone bell rang sharply.

She ran to take down the receiver.
"Hello, hello, that you, Bessy ?" came the hurried call in a girl's voice.
"Rose! Oh, how are you ?" "Fine.