A Tame Surrender, A Story of The Chicago Strike

She had met him the previous summer on the Rhine, and now «if they aren't engaged they might as well be,» said her friends, «for he is her shadow wherever she goes.» There was something characteristically inaccurate about that statement, for Miss Allison was rather undersized in one way and oversized in another; at least that, too, is what her friends said. She was not more than five feet in height nor less than five feet in breadth «measured from tip to tip of her wings,»