His face grew keener. "Why do you say that?"
"Oh, I don't know—she's that sort. At least, I should judge she was that sort from the little I've seen of her."
"How much have you seen of her?"
"Almost nothing; but little as it was, it impressed itself on my mind. I went to see her once at Mr. Whitney's suggestion."
"Whitney? He's the rector at St. John's, isn't he? What had he to do with her? She doesn't belong to his church?"
Lois explained. "It was when we established the branch of the Girl's Friendly Society at St. John's. Mr. Whitney thought she might care to join it."
"And did she?"
"No; quite the other way. When I went to ask her, she resented it. She had an idea I was patronizing her. That's the difficulty in approaching girls like that."
He looked at her with a challenging expression. "Girls like what?"
"I suppose I mean girls who haven't much money—or who've got to work."