And she seemed to him so wonderful, with that dear friendly smile.
“Mr. Ross!” she said.
She held out her hand, and he had to take it. He had to look at her—and then he could not stop. They forgot, for a moment; they stood there, hands clasped, looking at each other.
“Didn’t I know he’d come!” cried Mrs. Barron.
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MUNSEY’S
MAGAZINE
OCTOBER, 1926
Vol. LXXXIX NUMBER 1