Marion watched her with a half smile, then as an expression of weariness stole into her face she restored the glasses and sighed, as with her elbow supported on a ledge of rock she rested her chin in her palm and looked down on the swift running water. She was extremely slender, and it was easy to guess she was also tall, and that, seen at her best, she was a person of grace and elegance rather than beauty.
"I have it," Norah cried presently. "The Pleasant Street Shop."
"Or The Neighborhood Shop," Marion suggested.
"No, let us have Pleasant Street in it. It seems a good omen that the street is called Pleasant."
Marion smiled. "Have you told Dr. Baird?" she asked.
"Yes. He said I should be a novelist, and confine my wild-goose schemes to paper."
"The Notions of Norah would be a taking title," laughed Marion, the weariness gone from her face.
"But as I told him, 'Deeds, not Dreams,' is my motto, and I'll show him if it is a wild-goose scheme. I am convinced that deep down in his heart he was interested; and although he made no promises, I believe we may count on him."