“Rather young for train master,” said Mr. Round, looking at him quizzically.
“Train master?” Allan echoed, suddenly white.
“Though we’ll try you, anyway,” and Mr. Round smiled broadly. “That is, if you accept.”
“Why,” stammered Allan, “I can’t—I don’t—”
“Don’t try. There’s no hurry, either. You know what I said to you about a vacation?”
“Yes,” said Allan.
“And you said something about a honeymoon.”
Mamie flushed crimson, and even Allan reddened a little.
“Is this the young lady?” asked Mr. Round, looking at Mamie approvingly.
“Yes,” said Allan. “Mamie—Miss Welsh.”