“Exactly,” breathed Nan.
Just then a soft, drawling voice asked:
“Any ob yo’ ladies an’ gemmen done lef’ a bag?”
The porter held out a russet leather traveling bag. Nan leaped for it with a cry of relief.
“It belongs to the young lady, porter,” said Professor Krenner, authoritatively.
“Why, the bags are just alike!” cried one lady.
“I don’t believe a dowdy thing like her ever honestly owned a bag like mine in this world!” Linda Riggs exclaimed bitterly, “She stole it.”
Another passenger laughed. “As far as we know, my girl, you may have stolen your bag.”
“How dare you?” gasped the dressy girl. “I guess you don’t know who my father is?”
“I confess the crass ignorance that engulfs my mind upon that important point,” laughed the unimpressed man, who looked as though he might be of some importance himself. “Who is your father, my dear?”