oloured beads which were slung round her throat
or the peacock feathers that trailed from her shovel hat of gauged silk.
This girl, Ishmael saw vaguely, had a pale chubby face like a child, but
the long, dark countenance of the other, lit by a smile of recognition,
was suddenly familiar to him. Only--Judy had become a woman, a thin,
rather sad-looking woman, with a melancholy that was not the old effect
of tragedy for which her monkey-look and the bistre shadows beneath her
eyes had been responsible without any deeper cause. The monkey-look was
there still, but Judy was almost beautiful in spite, or perhaps more
truly because, of it. Ishmael felt her lean, strong hand, ungloved, come
into his.

"I knew it was you!" exclaimed Judy in the husky voice he remembered.
"You've changed, but only along the lines one would have expected. Mr.
Killigrew can't come--not for a day or two. He told me to tell you he'd
try to get down by the end of the week. May I introduce you to Miss
Georgie Barlow?"

Another hand was thrust into his, with a sudden _gauche_ movement that
was not without a girlish charm. Ishmael found himself looking at the
pale chubby face, and the only thing he noticed in it was the mouth.
Georgie Barlow stayed in his mind as "the girl with the mouth," as she
frequently did to those who met her even once. She had a wonderful
mouth, and was wont to declare it to be her only feature. It was not
very red, but very tenderly curved, the lips short, flat in modelling
and almost as wide at the ends as the centre, which just saved them from
being a cupid's bow. The corners were deeply indented, tucked in like
those of a child. Not only the lips but the planes of the chin and
cheeks immediately around them were good, very tender in colour and
curves, with the faint blur of fine golden down to soften them still
more.

Such was Georgie Barlow--a short, rounded little creature, with a bare
neck that was not long but delicate, and surrounded by three "creases of
Venus" like that of a baby. Her rather small but frank blue eyes held a
boyish look that was intensified by the fact that her hair was cut short
after the new fashion in a certain set and brushed almost to her fair
eyebrows in a straight fringe in front, while on the nape of her neck it
curved in little drake's tails of soft brown. The blue beads riding up
her neck ruffled the tails like tiny feathers.

Both she in her "artistic" way and Judy in her quiet smartness w