"She has lovely hair now—rather wild sometimes. And she isn't bad-looking. The advice given sounds extremely like Ned Fairfax."
"What else would you have had me say? I wonder if she remembers what chums we were."
"Why—of course. It was she who told me first, when she happened to see your likeness."
"Yes—but still, it was she who dropped me, not I who dropped her. I wrote last, and had no answer. So I stopped."
"You might have tried a second time, if you wanted to keep it up."
"I might—but I didn't."
"Some day soon you are sure to see her. She is rather fond of dropping in here. And you will pay us a long visit."
"Anyhow, I think I'll look up Magda—presently."
"My dear Ned, you have not seen her since she was a child. Wouldn't you rather call her 'Miss Royston'?"
"She is not 'Miss Royston.' And 'Miss Magda Royston' is such a mouthful."