“I beg your pardon, but who do you think I am?”
And it was then that the perception of some tremendous blunder began to seize upon Mr. Hazeltine. He had been red before; now, he felt the redness creeping over his scalp under his hair.
“Why, why, Miss Black, I suppose; that is, I—”
Just here the door opened and Captain Eri came in. He took off his cap and then, seeing the visitor, remained standing, apparently waiting for an introduction. But the young lady did not keep him waiting long.
“Are you Captain Eri Hedge?” she asked.
“Yes'm,” answered the Captain.
“Oh, I'm SO glad. Your letter came this morning, and I hurried down on the first train. I'm Elizabeth Preston.”