"Some day, some day,"
yearned the tenor voice.
"Some day I shall meet you."
"My, won't it be exciting when he does," gurgled Kittie.
"Does he do this every night?" Serena asked. This was her first entrance into the romantic circle.
"Five nights now," Laura May explained. "Amelia was just sitting in the window Wednesday night playing and singing, and somebody answered her. Then they played and sang back and forth. We were awfully afraid the servants in the kitchen would hear it and report, but they didn't. It's been going on every night since. We're most afraid to go outside the house for fear he'll walk right up and speak."
"He wouldn't know you."
Amelia turned from the window to look scornfully at the sordid-souled Serena.
"Not know me! Why, he'd feel that I was The One, the moment he saw me. It's like that when you love this way."
She pillowed her chin on her arms again and stared sentimentally into the back yard.