Wollaston looked at her. “Yes. Do you know anybody there?”
Evelyn laughed. “I came from there myself,” she said, “and so did my sister, Maria. Maria is one of the teachers, you know.”
Evelyn wondered why Mr. Lee's face changed, not so much color but expression.
“Oh, you are Miss Edgham's sister?” he exclaimed.
“Yes. I am her sister—her half-sister.”
“Let me see; you are in the senior class.”
“Yes,” replied Evelyn. Then she added, “Did you remember my sister?”
“Oh yes,” replied Wollaston. “We used to go to school together.”
“She cannot have altered,” said Evelyn. “She always looks just the same to me, anyway.”
“She does to me,” said Lee, and there was in inflection in his voice which caused Evelyn to give a startled glance at him. But he continued, quite naturally, “Your sister looks just as I remember her, only, of course, a little taller and more dignified.”