But my poor brain has taken in all it can at
present, and I am willing to rest it awhile by talking to you. Come here
and sit down, and we'll talk."
"I have been desirous of talking to you some moments past," said
Margaret, flushing with pleasure at the suggestion. "But you looked so
busy that I did not venture to interrupt you."
An involuntary smile crossed the other girl's face as she listened to
Margaret's prim little way of speaking.
"I know, and I was rather cross about the bag, wasn't I? but I had just
got hold of the tail of a rather difficult sentence and it gave a wriggle
and vanished when you spoke. However, please don't look so dreadfully
sorry. I made a successful grab at it a few minutes afterwards. Now shall
we tell each other our names. Mine is Eleanor----"
She stopped short in amazement, for Margaret had sprung to her feet and
was gazing at her with eyes that fairly shone with excitement.
"Eleanor!" she cried, "Eleanor! Oh, no, not really and truly!"
"Why not? Don't you like the name?"
"Like it! Why, of course I am very, very fond of it. It is the name of
some one I love very much. I suppose your other name is not Humphreys, is
it? But it would be really too much if it were."
"It's not. Eleanor Kathleen Carson is my full name."
"Eleanor Kathleen Carson," repeated Margaret when her excitement had
calmed somewhat.
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