“How do you do?” said Nancy, softly.
“Yes! you’re the girl. I thought I was not mistaken,” spoke the Senator, and although he frowned he seemed to wish to speak pleasantly. “You go to the same school as my daughter?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Pinewood Hall?”
“Yes, sir,” repeated Nancy.
“What is your name?”
“Nancy Nelson.”
“I thought I could not be mistaken.” The frown was gone from his face now and his sly eyes twinkled in what was meant to be a jovial way. “You girls are not running away, I suppose?”
“Oh, no, sir,” said Nancy, timidly.
“What is the matter, then?” he asked, quickly. He held a folded paper in his hand which he had evidently been reading.