She was standing in front of me now, singling me out from the two boys who had fallen a little back. She didn't offer to shake hands; perhaps she wasn't sure enough of my identity; but that the circumstances in which she found me made no difference to her was the one fact apparent. Any emotion she may have felt was expressed in the quiver of a faint smile.
"I hoped you wouldn't recognize me," was all I found to say.
"Why?"
"Oh, for all the reasons that—that almost anybody would see at a glance."
"Perhaps I'm not—not almost anybody."
"No; you're not."
"Have you been doing this ever since—?"
I nodded. "It's the job I told you I might get. I did get it; and so—"
"Have you liked it?"
"Extremely."