No one declining, the "porter" played a part long before assigned him in the Mt. Alban bank, and brought back a tray that had cost him eighty cents.
"Do you remember, Miss Hall," he said, to still a beating of the heart occasioned by the admiring glances of two strange girls in the circle, "the social we had here just two years ago?"
"Oh, yes," replied Sadie, after pretending to look backward through a great many sumptuous entertainments; "yes."
"All the boys were here. There was Bill Watson, myself, Mr. Castle, Nel—"
"Yes, that reminds me," interrupted Sadie, "I saw Mr. Nelson on the street in Hamilton the other day, and met him again in a cafe. Both times he was with—"
Sadie hesitated. Frankie was looking astonishedly at her.
"Why, Ev—Mr. Nelson hasn't been moved, has he?"
The question and the expression of voice behind it seemed to give Sadie an idea.
"I forgot—he comes from your town, does he not, Miss Arling?"
"Yes."