Felix, and hugged up to him close, as they splashed through the slush of the melting snow.
'You don't live in Wallbridge any more, do you?' Nevin inquired.
'No. My folks moved away three years ago,' Felix told him.
'Thought so. Never see you.' Then, abruptly, 'Remember Sheilah Miller?'
'Yes. I remember her.'
'She remembers you too. Asked me how you were last time I was home.'
'Did she?'
'She's coming on for the Prom next month.'
'With you?'
'Well, chiefly. Three of us invited her, and she's cutting herself up in thirds, she says, and leaving the distribution to me.'
'Oh,' said Felix. Then, 'How is she?'
'Oh, great! She's doing the coming-out stunt, this year, you know.'
Felix did know, but he murmured, 'Is she?'
'Where you rooming, Pastey?' abruptly Nevin inquired.
'On Greene Street.'
'Greene Street? Where's Greene Street?'
'Across the railroad track.'
'Where's that?'
'You wouldn't know, I guess,' smiled Felix.
