`` All the Glenboro girls are quite crazy over him . Jerry and I are as bad as the rest . He is n't at all young but he 's very fascinating . '' `` Stephen Shaw ! '' repeated Miss Ponsonby faintly . `` So Stephen Shaw is home again ! '' `` Why , I suppose you would know him long ago , '' I said , remembering that Stephen Shaw 's youth must have been contemporaneous with Miss Ponsonby 's . `` Yes , I used to know him , '' said Miss Ponsonby very slowly . She did not say anything more , which I thought a little odd , for she was generally full of mild curiosity about all strangers and sojourners in Glenboro . Presently she got up and went away from her window . Deserted even by Miss Ponsonby , I went grumpily to bed . Then Mrs. George Hubbard gave a big dance . Jerry and I were pleasantly excited . The Hubbards were the smartest of the Glenboro smart set and their entertainments were always quite brilliant affairs for a small country village like ours . This party was professedly given in honour of Stephen Shaw , who was to leave for the west again in a week 's time . On the evening of the party Jerry and I went to our room to dress . And there , across at her window in the twilight , sat Miss Ponsonby , crying . I had never seen Miss Ponsonby cry before . `` What is the matter ? '' I called out softly and anxiously .
`` Oh , nothing , '' sobbed Miss Ponsonby , `` only -- only -- I 'm invited XXXXX the party tonight -- Susan Hubbard is my cousin , you know -- and I would like so much to go . ''
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