"How—how d'ye do?" she began timidly.
The tall woman started, threw a hurried glance around her, then came to the conclusion that the salutation was meant for herself.
"Good-morning," she returned, then hurried along through the hall.
Sarah stood looking after her with dazed eyes.
"Why, how funny!" she murmured. "She did n't even stop a minute. Maybe she's sort of bashful, now. I should n't wonder a mite if she was."
Three days later the two ladies again met at the outer door.
"Oh, how d'ye do? Nice day, ain't it?" began Sarah, hurriedly.
"You—you live here, don't you?"
"Why—yes," said the woman, smiling a little.
"I do, too—on the top floor. You 're not so high up, are you?"
The woman shook her head.