"She's here now in the market," replied Sylvia triumphantly.
"Where? Oh, where?"
"Just in the next row at the pot stall."
"Let us go at once," said the tall lady, hastily paying for her fruit, and hurrying away in as much agitation as Sylvia herself.
"I don't see her!" she continued in a disappointed tone, when they had turned the corner, looking anxiously among the crockery laid on the ground, and even peeping under the stall.
"She's there with Miss Kaye," said Sylvia.
"Where, my dear?"
"Of course you won't recognize her, because she's grown so, but she's that tall, fair girl with the long, light hair. Oh! May I tell her, or would you rather tell her yourself?"
The lady looked first at Sylvia and then at her short friend with a most puzzled expression.
"What is the child talking about?" she asked; "I don't understand."