and in the world of Art she meant to make her mark. For the present she was content to make the tea, and then to set feet on the fender for a cosy evening.
“Did you see him coming out of church?” Nina asked next day. “He looked sulkier than ever.”
“I can’t think why you bother about him,” said the other girl. “He’s not really interesting. What do you call him?”
“Nothing.”
“Why, everything has a name, even a pudding. I made a name for him at once. It is ‘the stranger who might have been observed’”
They laughed. After the early dinner they went for a walk. None of your strolls, but a good steady eight miles. Coming home, they met the stranger: and then they talked about him again. For, fair reader, I cannot conceal from you that there are many girls who do think and talk about young men, even when they have not been introduced to them. Not really nice girls like yourself, fair reader—but ordinary, commonplace girls who have not your delicate natures, and who really do sometimes experience a fleeting sensation of
