"That is the only way, if one does not wish to run against the wall."
"As you did once," retorted the woman, with a chuckle; "you know you did that, cute as you think yourself."
"I have not forgotten it," replied Sybil, coolly; "the hurt taught me to keep my eyes open too."
"Learned you to look before you leap," said the woman. "Well, I guess you owe a good deal to my lessons."
Sybil did not answer, but shrugged her shoulders slightly, and gazed out of the window, occupied with her own reflections.
"Now don't act as if I was a log of wood," said the woman, fretfully; "there's nothing makes me so mad."
"I was waiting to hear what you would say next."
"What did you come for?"
"To see you, of course."
"Well, look at me; I don't charge any thing for the sight! I used to be worth the trouble of turning round to see, I did; I was better looking than you are or ever will be—but that's all over. Just say what you're after now."