“Perhaps,” continued Laura, “they would look for us outside.” But Page shook her head. She was five years younger than Laura, just turned seventeen. Her hair, dressed high for the first time this night, was brown. But Page’s beauty was no less marked than her sister’s. The seriousness of her expression, however, was more noticeable. At times it amounted to undeniable gravity. She was straight, and her figure, all immature as yet, exhibited hardly any softer outlines than that of a boy.

“No, no,” she said, in answer to Laura’s question. “They would come in here; they wouldn’t wait outside⁠—not on such a cold night as this. Don’t you think so, Aunt Wess’?”