"Do you know," said Belle May as they watched Jim going up the street, "I half believe the little girl who stood on the stoop that day is Jim's sister." "That little country thing! I never thought of it. But I don't suppose she really heard." "If she _did_--what will you do?" "Do?" Lily tossed her head. "Why, I shall act just as if I never said it or had seen her before or anything. You don't suppose I'm a goose in pin-feathers, do you? I want to get acquainted with them. Of course I shall ask both boys to my birthday party. I should only ask the nice people in the street." Margaret threw her pretty pink fascinator round Hanny's shoulders. She didn't need any hat this warm summer night. Hanny was very proud to walk down the street with her brother, who knew so many girls already. Jim wasn't a bit afraid of being called a "girl boy." Quite a number of people were sitting out on their stoops. It was the fashion then. Some of the ladies were knitting lace on two little needles that had sealing wax on one end, so the stitches could not drop off. There was much pleasant chatting. The country ways of sociability had not all gone out of date. They walked down to the lower end, where the houses were rather irregular and getting old. Two or three had a small grass door-yard in front. Two girls were walking up and down with their arms around each. Jim knew in a moment who they were, but he loitered behind them until they turned. "Oh!" exclaimed Lily Ludlow in well-acted surprise. "Are you out taking a walk?" "Yes," answered Jim, quite as innocently as if the matter had not been arranged a few hours ago. "And this is my sister. And this is Lily Ludlow, and this Belle May." Alas for Hanny! Lily Ludlow was the girl who had called her "queer" and laughed. The child's face flushed and there was a lump in her throat. "You don't go to school, do you?" asked Lily with the utmost nonchalance. She was quite ready for anything. The little girl made an effort, but no words would come. She could never like this girl with the pretty name, she felt very sure. "No," said Jim. "She's so small for her size that mother would be afraid of her getting lost." They all giggled but the little girl, who wanted to run away. "But you like New York, don't you? Jim thinks he wouldn't go back to the country for anything." We had not come to "Bet your life," and "There's where your head's level," in those days. But Jim answered for his sister--"You just guess I wouldn't," with a deal of gusto. They all walked up a short distance. The girls and Jim had all the talk, and they chaffed each other merrily. Hanny was silent. She really was too young for their fun. Belle May's mother called her presently, and the little girl said in a whisper: "Oh, Jim, we must go home." Jim wondered if he might ask Lily to walk with them, so he could come back with her. But she settled it with a gay toss of the head. "Good-night," she said. "Come down again some evening."