CHAPTER XXIX
MOSTLY SALLY
It was an extremely frightened girl who within five minutes appeared upon the station platform. She was quite out of breath, for she had been running. As he came toward her with outstretched hands, she stared at him from head to foot, as if to make sure he was not minus an arm or a leg.
“Won’t you even shake hands with me?” he asked anxiously.
“You––you gave me such a fright,” she panted.
“How?”
“I thought––I thought you must have been run over.”
He seemed rather pleased.