"And do you find the knowledge such a joy?" he asked, with deep sadness in his own voice.
"Oh, yes, Hubert," she said. "He is so good!"
Later in the day a small breeze swept in the front door of the Gray Mansion, past the maid, up the stairway, and to the door of Winifred's little sitting-room. It came with the person of Miss Adèle Forrester.
"Hello," said a bright voice. "Anybody here?"
Winifred rose from her quaint little window-seat with an expression of pleasure.
"Oh, Adèle! I am so glad to see you."
The two young ladies kissed each other and sat down to talk with the easy familiarity of old friends.
"Dear!" cried exclamatory Miss Forrester. "I am out of breath!—I have raced so! I left home an hour ago, but was beguiled by some fascinating bargains in Butterworth's windows. Do see that love of a thing for ninety-eight cents. Did you ever see such a bargain? I wouldn't let them send it for I wanted you to see it."
The fascinating trifle was admired, and then Miss Forrester flew at the chief matter of her visit enthusiastically.
"Do you know what is in the wind, Winifred? Professor Black, who leads the choir in the Linden Street church, is going to get up a comic opera with a cast from the various choirs, and I am invited. We are to go to Northville and give it in the little one-horse theater there. Won't it be gay? We shall astonish the natives of that small town! Have you had your invitation?"