"Whose make?"
"Ruse's, Temple of Music, over there."
"I congratulate you." As they walked on she continued, absently, "What a pity she is plain looking."
"Who; not Mrs. Smyth?"
"Oh, no, Ella; her animation will always make her pretty. I was thinking of Charlie Cole's wife. I wonder where she saw them?"
"Oh, somewhere in town, I suppose. So you expected them to-day."
"Yes, and I would have told you, but I want their advent to be a surprise for Miss Crew, whom I have frequently found secretly studying Charlie Cole's photo. She is so guardedly reticent, that I am curious to see if suddenly confronting him will cause her to show any interest in the original of the photo."
"But you should make sure of her, Elaine. She may remain at the O'Sullivans; and as I own to taking an interest in human bric-a-brac, I hope you will call for her."
"I fancy she will return for certain, as she tells me the couple we met on New Year's Day are coming to Holmnest this afternoon; the woman, quite a lady-like looking person, is to alter her black silk; but we shall call on our way home for her."
"Yes, that will be best, and here is our car; but it is too crowded. As members of the Humane Society we had better wait for the next."