He stopped short and struck his palms together. “You are Tom Meredith's little cousin!”
“The Great Harkless!” she answered, and stretched out her hand to him.
“I remember you!”
“Isn't it time?”
“Ah, but I never forgot you,” he cried. “I thought I had. I didn't know who it was I was remembering. I thought it was fancy, and it was memory. I never forgot your voice, singing—and I remembered your face too; though I thought I didn't.” He drew a deep breath. “That was why——”
“Tom Meredith has not forgotten you,” she said, as he paused.
“Would you mind shaking hands once more?” he asked. She gave him her hand again. “With all my heart. Why?”
“I'm making a record at it. Thank you.”
“They called me 'Sir Galahad's little sister' all one summer because the Great John Harkless called me that. You danced with me in the evening.”
“Did I?”