“The card of the young man who came to my aid in the drugstore,” she said, passing it to Mabel. “That reminds me, I forgot to send the ten cents.”
“I reckon he won’t miss it,” said Mabel, as she returned the card.
The young man who had just gotten on the train, came through the aisle. He dropped his suitcase in the seat across from the girls, and sat down.
Shirley noticed that from time to time he glanced at her. To herself she said, “His face is familiar. Where have I seen him before?”
And then she remembered.
“Mr. Wolfe!” she exclaimed to herself.
She whispered to Mabel, and the latter, of course, glanced across. As she did so she encountered the young man’s smiling eyes.
The young man arose directly and spoke to Shirley.
“Surely I have met you somewhere,” he said.
“Perhaps it’s my twin brother you met,” said Shirley, with a faint smile. “We look very much alike.”