“Of course, just as I was confident that you would come, and here you are. It was Uncle Philip, you know, who was instrumental in getting us this.”
“Dear Phil; he always was the most generous boy.”
“Weren’t you surprised to see him?”
“Surprised and overjoyed.”
“How did you happen to recognize him? You hadn’t seen him since he was a little boy.”
“I didn’t recognize him at first. Victor thought it would be well to stop at the canteen to inquire if you were still here. Philip was there talking to the young lady,—Miss Lowndes is her name?”
“Of course he would be,” Lucie interpolated the remark. “He talks a great deal to Miss Lowndes, I notice.”
“Does he? Well, he might spend his time in a worse way. At all events when Victor made his inquiries Philip turned around and looked very sharply at me. Then he came rushing over. ‘Louise, Louise,’ he cried, ‘is it really my sister Louise?’ I am sure I don’t know how he could tell, changed as I must be, but he did, so we hugged and kissed and cried, all of us. Miss Lowndes included, and then we came on.”
“How did you get to S——?”
“We came in a motor car belonging to the Red Cross.”