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 “I will be there in a moment.” How deep her voice sounded!

The girl slipped by her.

“I was going anyway,” she said softly. “Good-by! Don’t touch your hair—it’s just right.”

She did not wait for an answer, but went out. As she passed by the little reception-room a tall, eager man made toward her with outstretched hands. Her voice trembled as she laughed.

“No, no—I’m not the one,” she murmured, “but she—she’s coming!”