She was walking slowly, drawing in the balmy air and noting with delight
the beds of crocuses which were beginning to show here and there on
lawns and beside paths, when a peculiar sound far up the avenue caught
her ear. She recognized it instantly, for she had heard it often and she
had never heard another quite like it. It was the warning song of a
coming motor-car and it was of unusual and striking musical quality. So
Roberta knew, even before she caught sight of the long, low, powerful
car which had stood many times before her own door during certain weeks
of the last year, that she was about to meet for the first time in two
months the person upon whom she had put a ban.
Would he see her? He could hardly help it, for there was not another
pedestrian in sight upon the whole length of the block, and the March
sunshine was full upon her. As the car came on the girl who walked
sedately to meet it found that her pulses had somehow curiously
accelerated. So this was the route he took, not to go by her home.
Did he see her? Evidently as far away as half a block, for at that
distance his motor-cap was suddenly pulled off, and it was with bared
head that he passed her.
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