She almost walked into Pete--for, as it has been stated, she
was not thinking of him at all, but of the cozy evening she would spend
with her sister at the latter's apartments on High Street.
Incidentally Doris was thinking, just a little, of how well her gown
and turban became her, for she had determined never to let herself
become frowsy and slipshod--Well--she had not to look far for her
antithesis.
"Why, Mr. Annersley!"
Pete flushed, the victim of several emotions. "Good-evenin', Miss
Gray. I--I thought I'd jest step in and say 'Hello' to that little
kid."
"Oh! Ruth?" And Doris flushed just the least bit herself. "Why,
little Ruth is not here now."
"Shucks! Well, I'm right glad you are! Was you goin' somewhere?"
"Yes. Out to my sister's on High Street."
"I only been in town two or three days, so I don't know jest where High
Street is, but I reckon I could find my way back all right." And Pete
so far forgot the perfume as to smile in his old, boyish way.
Doris did some rapid mental calculation and concluded that her
latest--or rather her last--letter had just about arrived in Tucson,
and of course Pete had not read it.
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