He gazed after her, trying to remember. But all there was was a faint lingering scent that was difficult and alluring. There was something familiar about the curve of the neck, something about the tilt of the hat, he had seen before. It disturbed him. All he had caught was a flicker of her eyes, as though she had thought to recognize him and then had changed her mind. She turned a corner into a distant aisle and was gone. He had a momentary impulse to follow to the end of that aisle and see where it led to, but he checked it. He gathered himself together and lazily strolled along in search of the counter he wanted. Quiet had descended upon the store. It was almost deserted of shoppers and the yellow light came streaming down the cross aisles heavy laden with dust particles. The little bundle girls leaned from their stalls behind the counters and chatted. There was a pleasant buzz in the air. He made his purchase and lingered for a moment at a counter of notions. Then he strolled back toward the door, steeped in the feeling of well being. A girl at a curved counter was tucking in a wisp of hair and taking off her paper sleeve protectors. Over beyond, there by the west entrance, they were already shutting the doors. He paused and watched the day's closing pleasantly settle down. Then he reached out a hand to push open the door before him. Somebody jostled against him. A small collection of paper bundles spilled out on to the floor at his feet and he mechanically stooped to pick them up. They were manifestly feminine. There were four of them, all small; he gathered them all up in one hand. Then he rose to his feet and turned to restore them to their owner. He looked into a pair of limpid violet eyes. They dropped and long lashes shaded them. A delicate colour rose and splashed the softest of cheeks. Joe stood, holding the bundles. Directly she looked at him again. It was a very timid, gentle, apologetic look. She seemed to be gathering courage. "Oh," she burst out in a sudden sweet abandonment to friendliness. "I'm so sorry." She paused then, uncertain what next to do or say. Joe held the door open for her, keeping tight hold of the packages. He felt a little warm behind the ears. She preceded him to the pavement. He got a good look at her as she passed through the door. Still the baffling resemblance! Then she turned and faced him on the pavement. Again she looked at him shyly, and there were little dimples in her cheeks as she tried hard not to smile. "I knew I'd get into trouble when I loaded myself down with all these bundles," she explained, reaching out for them. Confidence was returning to him. He felt the old lazy relaxation of being amused. "Can't I help you out of your difficulty--see that you get safely home with them?" he asked quietly. "I've my car here." She raised her eyebrows, looked startled a moment, and then flushed slightly. "Oh, don't bother. I can get a taxi."