"You're right, Caroline, it is genteel. Bank boys get into such nice society. And they can always—you know—look so nice!"
"You know, Mary," rejoined the slender woman, "his pa almost repented giving him permission to quit school. Evan was getting along so well. He would have taken both his matric. and his second this summer; but he would go in a bank, and when a vacancy occurred so near home we thought perhaps it would be as well to let him go, in case he should not get so good a chance again."
Mrs. Arling sat in thought.
"Caroline," she said at length, "do you think Evan ever cared much about our girl?"
Mrs. Nelson blushed before one who had been a school-chum.
"I was going to mention that," she said, bashfully.
"You think there is something between them, then?"
"Why, Mary, they are only children. And yet, I often wish that Evan would some day get serious."
"Wouldn't it be lovely!"
The conversation drifted, like ocean-tide, into many fissures and along innumerable channels. The May afternoon ebbed away.