" At one station a crowd of
school-girls had got on board and she had watched them with keen
interest, mystified by their incessant chatter and gayety. And at
last had come the big city, with more smoke, more dust, more
noise, more confusion--and she was in HIS world. That was the
thought that comforted her--it was his world, and now she sat
alone in the dismal parlours while Hale was gone to find his
sister--waiting and trembling at the ordeal, close upon her, of
meeting Helen Hale.
Below, Hale found his sister and her maid registered, and a few
minutes later he led Miss Hale into the parlour. As they entered
June rose without advancing, and for a moment the two stood facing
each other--the still roughly clad, primitive mountain girl and
the exquisite modern woman--in an embarrassment equally painful to
both.
"June, this is my sister."
At a loss what to do, Helen Hale simply stretched out her hand,
but drawn by June's timidity and the quick admiration and fear in
her eyes, she leaned suddenly forward and kissed her. A grateful
flush overspread the little girl's features and the pallor that
instantly succeeded went straight-way to the sister's heart.
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