"You'll remember him, I know, when you see him," she nodded. And then she continued: "He's here."
"Here?"
"Well," her sister laughed, "not quite on the Point, but at Crystalia."
"Really?"
"Dear old Barrett! I wonder...."
"Marjory," the other asked, with an odd effect of conscious shrewdness, "is he—is Mr. O'Donnell the man?"
"For goodness sake, what man, Anna?"
"Why, I always felt," her sister replied quaintly, "that there was one man, all through the years—'way from the time we stopped telling each other secrets...."
Marjory laughed loudly. But she seemed touched also. "It's a long time, isn't it, since we stopped telling secrets?"
And Anna sighed, for perhaps her retrospect, if less exciting, was even longer than her sister's.