Montally eliminating the two older women at the counter, she looked carefully at the remaining three. Two of them were dark-haired and Lee had told her that Alice was "almost blonde." That description fit only the slender honeyhaired girl who had arisen from one of the desks and was now replacing books on a shelf at the far end of the room.

Myra walked slowly, quietly, across the gleaming floor until she had reached the place where she could see the girl's face. She regarded for just a moment the attractive features of Alice Norman and then pretended to look at the titles on a top shelf.

"Pardon me I just want to slip a book in horo," the sweet voice half whispered. Alice was standing beside her and they were looking squarely into each other's eyes. It soerod then impossible for Myra not to speak.

"Are you Alice Norman?" she asked. The girl's brown oyes widened.

"Wby, yós." Then suddenly, she flushed. "I think I know who you are, too."

"You do?" Myra felt a kind of pity for the younger woman. She was so obviously taken off balanco.

"You're Myra. I know from Leo's descripti on."

"Oh, so you and Lee talk about me!" Myra was sorry immediately that she said it. It sounded brusque and unpleasant and she really didn't feel that way at all.

Alico laughed a bit weakly. "I-wo--woll, you know. It would only be natural to...."

"Have you had lunch, Alice?" Myra asked, impulsively.

"No, I was just going." She looked at her hands. "If you would wait for me to wash up...?"

The drugstore was quiet and they took a booth in the back.

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