Mrs. Lytton had turned, but with the confusion, inside and out, she did not catch what was said. Mr. Lytton and Dick were joining them now, the porter was gathering up the bags and in a moment they were in a taxi, on their way to the station to catch their train.
CHAPTER IV.
ON WITH THE PANORAMA.
“Who was the old codger with whom you were shaking hands, Shirley, as I came up?” Dick inquired, as once more he went through the process of settling everybody’s baggage and settled himself, too, down on a Pullman seat by Shirley.
“His name was Mr. Scott,” said Shirley demurely. At last she had one name of some one who knew her double. “I would not say that he is very old, and I’m sure that ‘codger’ does not describe him.”
“Why didn’t he shake hands with Mother first?”
“He probably did not recognize her.”
“How did you happen to know him?”
“I did not know him.” Shirley was enjoying this.
“Then why on earth would you shake hands with him?”
“Because I thought that he might be some graduate or even an important trustee that knew Father and remembered me, though you might think that I am flattering myself.”