"Why did you kiss Orme—sudden—like that? He ain't gooder than usual—an' he's dirty."
"Yes, I like him dirty. He reminded me——"
She stopped at the sound of a step.
"'Minded you? Your cheeks get redder an' redder the nearer Mr. Pelham comes. 'Minded you—what?"
"Of that dreadful night," she whispered.
But it was no "dreadful" reminiscence that shone in the welcome of her uplifted eye.
THE END.