"
"What makes you so sure of that, eh?"
"You were pointed out to me one evening last winter, when you were
inspecting the shop with Mr. Croft."
"Nobody had any business pointing me out. Who did?"
"I'm afraid I've forgotten," said the girl, more calmly than she felt.
"It was so long ago."
"You seem to have been dead certain he was right."
"I took it for granted."
"That's dangerous, taking things for granted. I advise you not to do
it, Miss Child."
Still he stared as she received his advice in silence. Not a feature
of the piquant, yet proud, arresting face, not a curve of the slim
figure, did his old eyes miss.
"I guess you haven't forgotten who pointed me out," he persisted,
after a pause. "Now think again. _Have_ you? It might pay to
remember."
"I do not remember, sir." She threw up her head in the characteristic
way which the other Peter knew.
"Sure nothing could make you remember?"
"I'm sure nothing could."
"Very well, then, we must let that go for the present. Now to another
subject. I hear you showed a good deal of pluck this morning in
putting out a fire."
"Oh, after all, it may be only that!" Win thought.
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