“Yes, this hair,” she nodded gaily. “Oh, it is no wonder that when they told me you were coming to—well, you know why—that I was frightened lest you should be just an older edition of that cruel little ugly horror.”
“Ugly, too?”
“Yes, ugly. You were not a bit good-looking even for a boy. I should never have guessed you were the same;” and then she put her finger to her lip in some dismay as if to check herself.
“I think I am glad to have disappointed you.”
“And do you think I have changed?” she asked, with a challenge in her eyes.
“You are older.”
“What, in fifteen years? How strange!”
“Is it fifteen years since you saw that pleasant youth you have described?”
“Is that to put off my question? Have I disappointed you as you have me?”
“I had not even an idea of how beautiful you would be.”