“Yes?” called two voices at once and two girls turned and faced each other.
“I beg your pardon,” they both began at the same moment and paused laughing.
“My name is Elinor,” began one.
“So is mine,” finished the other.
Then they laughed again, politely and pleasantly.
“Do you know. I think we look very much alike,” began the strange girl. Her voice was English. “I am older than you, many years, I should imagine, but still we have the same profile.”
The two girls sat down on the window sill and began to talk.
“Are you visiting in San Francisco?” began Elinor Butler.
“No, not visiting, only—well, we have been traveling—we have been to a great many ranches through the West——”
Our Elinor gave the new Elinor a long, careful scrutiny.