Mamie seated herself on the arm of Kenneth’s chair.
“Seems like you’re becoming a regular hermit since you’ve been back. Come on in the parlour—Jane Phillips is in there and she wants to see you. Remember her?”
Kenneth smiled. “Remember Jane Phillips? Of course I do. Scrawny little thing—running all to legs and arms. She was a homely little brat, wasn’t she?”
It was now Mamie’s turn to smile.
“I’m going to tell her what you said,” she threatened. “She’s lots different from the girl you remember.”
They went into the parlour.
Jane Phillips stood by the piano. She turned as Kenneth and Mamie entered the room, and came towards them, a smile on her face. Kenneth, as he advanced towards her, was frankly amazed at the transformation in the girl whom he had not seen for nine years. Jane laughed.
“Don’t you know me, Kenneth? Or must I call you Dr. Harper now?”
“No, my name is still Kenneth⸺” he answered.
“Tell Jane what you called her a few minutes ago, or I will,” interrupted Mamie. Kenneth looked embarrassed. Jane insisted on being told, whereupon Mamie repeated Kenneth’s description of Jane as a child.