He surprised no more such glances.  She still relegated to Mrs. MacGregor the full task of talking to him; a task that lady performed nobly.  Just as she walked every morning with Mrs. MacGregor, she took her place in the car every afternoon, apparently obeying orders.  Sometimes, twisting his head around, he could glimpse her profile turned toward the moving panorama of the crowded streets through which he was skilfully manoeuvering his way.  But if she were interested in what she gazed at so fixedly, she made no comment.  One never knew what she thought about anything.

One memorable evening she appeared at dinner in a yellow frock, instead of the usual serge or plain blue silk.  It wasn’t an elaborate dress, but its prettily low neck allowed one to admire her full throat, with a string of amber beads around it.  Her hair hung in two thick braids across her shoulders, and the straight lines of the yellow satin accentuated the youthfulness of her figure.  Glenn’s heart behaved unmannerly.

She appeared not to see his quick, pleased glance, but turned instead to Mrs. MacGregor, who was regarding her critically.  Mrs. MacGregor hadn’t been consulted about the yellow frock, and she viewed it with distinct disapproval.  Glenn found himself solidly aligned against Mrs. MacGregor, and siding with the girl.  He liked that yellow frock; somehow it suited her coloring, enabled one to see how unusual she really was.  He wondered that he had thought her so plain, at first.  She agitated him.  He wished intensely that she would look at him; and just then she did, and for the first time saw admiration in a young man’s eyes, not for another girl, but for herself!  She held his glance, doubtfully, timidly; but she couldn’t doubt the evidence of her senses.  Glenn was pleased with her, he admired her!  His ingenuous face beamed the fact, from frank eyes and smiling lips.  There was somewhat more than admiration in his look, but Nancy was more than content with what appeared on the surface.  Her eyes widened, a flush rose to her cheek, a naive and pleased smile transformed her dissatisfied young mouth.  When he ventured to speak to her presently, she ventured to reply, shyly, but with new friendliness.  Once, when Mrs. MacGregor said something sententious, and Glenn laughed, Nancy laughed with him.

That frank and boyish admiration restored to her, as it were, some rightful and precious heritage long withheld, an indispensable birthright the lack of which had beggared and stripped her.  She had a sense of profound gratitude to this likable and handsome young man, a moved and touching interest in him.  He made her feel glad to be alive; through him the world seemed of a sudden a kindlier place, full of charming surprises.  And when she accompanied Mrs. MacGregor to church on the following Sunday, she looked with a secret sisterliness at the girls she had envied and disliked.  It was as if she had been elected to their ranks, been made one of them; she wasn’t