"Can you tell me about her?"
"No, she's not the kind to tell about."
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Norval." But Donelle's face was aglow.
"And the other easel?" Norval was asking. "What's on that?"
"Such a dear, funny woman. She's standing by a big oven, an outdoor oven; she's got loaves of bread on something that looks like a flat spade."
Norval's face was a study.
"Where do they use those ovens?" Donelle asked.
"Oh! somewhere in Canada."
"Did you ever know this dear, funny woman, Mr. Norval."
"She's not the kind one knows. I've seen her, thank heaven! I'm glad to be able to recall her when I'm alone."