"I suppose it does depend a good deal upon a sunny temper," he rejoined in his blindness.
They had reached the gate, and stopping him when he would have entered, she said with the directness of a man: "So we're friends, and you're coming to see me?"
"Yes, I'm coming," he replied gravely. Then, standing beside the gate, he watched her while she went up the walk and opened the door with her key.
Upstairs, with her knitting on her lap and her feet on the fender, Miss Polly looked up to observe: "You're late, Gabriella. You must have walked all the way."
"Yes, I walked all the way. Mr. O'Hara joined me."
"Where did you run across him?"
"Just as I left the shop. He was walking down Fifth Avenue."
"Do you reckon he was waitin' outside?"
"Oh, no, he said he had been up to Fifty-ninth Street on business."
"Well, the walk certainly did you good. You are bloomin' like a rose."