“Strangers?”
“Yes! They went right to the Station Hotel. But I tell you–––” He stopped. “Oh, well!––what’s the good? Guess she’s married, or engaged, or something like that! Just my rotten luck!”
“And what has that got to do with you, anyway? Who are they? Did you get introduced?”
“Me? Good land, no!”
“Well,––did she look at you, or smile?”
“No, siree! She’s not that kind. Maybe she gave me a look, but say!––she glided along as if––well, just as if she knew she had a right to.”
“And you are making all this fuss about a little thing like that,” laughed Phil.
“But it isn’t a little thing, man!”
“Do you know her name?”