Suddenly Betty spied a lady whom she recognized. It was Mrs. Sanderson, at whose house in New York Betty had first met Grandma Kinsey.
“Mother,” said Betty, speaking very quickly, “will you stay right here and not look around for a few minutes?”
“I can’t let you go away from me alone, Betty,” said her mother, smiling at the earnest little face.
“But, Mother, I’m only going to the very next counter, and there’s a lady that I know.”
“Very well; I trust you not to go farther than the next counter; and I’ll wait for you here.”
“Don’t turn round.”
“No, but don’t be too long.”
Betty hurried to Mrs. Sanderson, who was looking at jewels at the next counter.
“How do you do, Mrs. Sanderson?” she said, speaking politely, but very rapidly. “Do you remember me? I’m Betty McGuire, and I was at your house last year with Mrs. Van Court, and I found Mrs. Kinsey there, and now she lives with me.”
Mrs. Sanderson looked at the excited little girl, and at last she remembered her.