"I suppose you know the Azores," ventured Irma.
"Oh, yes, the country was very primitive in the old days. The interior, they tell me, has changed little, but the cities are more up to date."
"Cities?"
"Not large cities like ours in America, though Ponta Delgada is the third largest in Portugal. But there, young ladies of your age dislike guidebook information, at least out of school."
"Oh, please go on," begged Irma, and for half an hour her new friend talked delightfully about the Azores and other places.
"Ah, there's Uncle Jim," she exclaimed, as she saw her uncle approaching under one of the electric lights.
"I never thought of finding you out here alone," cried her uncle.
"Not alone," rejoined Irma, turning to introduce her new friend. But he had mysteriously disappeared.
"It is high time to come in, if the night air makes you see double," said Uncle Jim dryly. But Irma gave no explanations. How could she have introduced the old gentleman, when she did not know his name?