"Yes."
"And he scolded you for being late yesterday. If he had suspected that I was the cause, I suppose he would have come in and stormed at me."
"You were not the cause."
"Yes, you were helping me with my work."
"It was my work, too." He tilted a pile of newspapers off a chair, sat down and said: "I feel at home with you."
"Oh, am I so homely?" she asked, smiling.
"Yes, restoring the word to its best meaning. By the way, you haven't cut off your hair."
"No, I forgot it, but I'm going to."
"My sister Ellen has hair something like yours, but not so heavy and not so bright."
"I should like to see her."