She made a place for him on the sofa, and he sat down beside her. For some time they talked indifferently upon various matters—the weather, the heat of the day, and like trivialities.
Suddenly she turned upon him, and said, with ill-suppressed excitement:
"What did you do with it, Elmer?"
"Do with what?"
"The picture."
"Oh, yes—the lantern slide. I wish I had never made it. It's up stairs in my room."
"You didn't know it was Alice Green?"
"No. How should I? I did not know who either of the people was till the picture was thrown upon the wall."
"Do you know now—know both of them, I mean?"
"Yes—I think I do. One was Mr.——"