Her eyes searched Sidney's. They looked unnaturally large and somber in her face. Her hair had been cut short, and her nightgown, open at the neck, showed her thin throat and prominent clavicles.
“You're from the city, aren't you, Miss Page?”
“Yes.”
“You told me the street, but I've forgotten it.”
Sidney repeated the name of the Street, and slipped a fresh pillow under the girl's head.
“The evening paper says there's a girl going to be married on your street.”
“Really! Oh, I think I know. A friend of mine is going to be married. Was the name Lorenz?”
“The girl's name was Lorenz. I—I don't remember the man's name.”
“She is going to marry a Mr. Howe,” said Sidney briskly. “Now, how do you feel? More comfy?”
“Fine! I suppose you'll be going to that wedding?”