Hester was startled. She looked about her. Debby Alden had moved on and unconscious of what was taking place, was studying the display in windows several yards distant.
At Hester's alarm, a flush came to the young man's face.
"I humbly crave your pardon," he said, lifting his hat. "I mistook you for my cousin Helen. Believe me, I regret exceedingly—"
Debby Alden had turned at this moment. She came hurrying up. Hester had been alarmed and turned to lay her hand on Debby's arm.
"He thought I was his cousin," said Hester.
Debby turned toward the young man who would have explained had she allowed him to do so; but she gave him such a glance that words failed him.
"Come, Hester, an apology is merely an insult." Hester walked meekly along. She was not able to grasp the situation.
"He said he thought I was his cousin, Aunt Debby. He seemed so sorry—"
"Nonsense. He had no idea that you were his cousin or anyone else that he knew. He is just a smart, ill-bred young man, Hester, who, thinking you a stranger and not used to the ways of a city, did what he could to annoy you. Never pay any attention to such folk, Hester. Hurry away from them as fast as you can. They are never desirable people to know."
"But he looked very nice, Aunt Debby. Did you notice his eyes? I liked the way he spoke. I really do believe that he thought that I was his cousin."