unutterably sad about that tough sister of mine, and I vow I
looked holy then, though I never did before and may never again.

"Well, I only saw her in the twilight," he said slowly,
watching my face all the time. "You two sisters are certainly
miraculously alike."

The train was slowing down, and I got up with my basket. I stood
right before him, my full face turned toward him.

"Are we?" I asked simply. "Don't you think it's more the
expression than anything else, and the voice? Nora's really much
fairer than I am. Good-by."

He watched me as I went out. I felt his eyes on the back of my
jacket, and I was tempted to turn at the door and make a face at
him. But I knew something better and safer than that. I waited
till the train was just pulling out, and then, standing below his
window, I motioned to him to raise it.

He did.

"I thought you were going to get out here," I called. "Are you
sure you don't belong in Sing Sing, Mr. Moriway?"

I can see his face yet, Mag, and every time I think of it, it
makes me nearly die of laughing. He had actually been fooled
another time. It was worth the trip up there, to make a guy of
him once more.