"Is he on the smoking car still?"
"Yes he is on the smoking car."
"But—didn't he object to surrendering it?"
"He made a decided objection, but I succeeded in convincing him that it was for his interest to do so."
"You are a remarkable boy," said Florence Loring admiringly.
"Thank you, Miss Loring. You will make me vain if you flatter me."
"But I am quite in earnest. I am now able to return the money you so kindly lent me."
"Are you sure you will not need it?"
"Quite sure."
The hours sped fast. Soon they reached the station where Miss Loring expected to see her niece. She went to the door of the car, and from the platform signaled to a child of eight, who returned the greeting joyfully.