"Oh, yes"—with tone of full conviction—"I know we shall."
"But we shall meet him."
They became almost serious for some moments at the thought of the inevitableness of the meeting and the hopelessness of conducting themselves with any propriety.
"And what will he think?" continued Blue, in sympathetic distress; "he will certainly think we are laughing at him, for he will never imagine how much we have been amused."
Red, however, began to brush her hair again. "Blue," said she, "did you ever try to see how you looked in the glass when your eyes were cast down? You can't, you know."
Blue immediately tried, and admitted the difficulty.
"I wish I could," said Red, "for then I should know how I should look when he had spoken to me and I was passing him."
"Well, do it, and I'll tell you."
"Then you stand there, and I'll come along past and look down just when
I meet you."
Red made the experiment rather seriously, but Blue cried out: