"I was so afraid I should miss you, auntie," said the child.
"I have been on the lookout for you, Gertie. Come in at once."
Of course Mark vacated his seat, and aunt and niece were able to sit together. The messenger boy secured a seat a little nearer the door. He found the journey less interesting now that he was deprived of his fair companion's company.
As they were leaving the train at the Cleveland station, Florence said, "Gertie, this is Mr. Mason, who has been of great service to me during the journey."
Gertie surveyed Mark attentively. She was an irrepressible young lady, given to plain speaking.
"He ain't your beau, is he, Aunt Florence?" she asked.
Florence smiled and blushed.
"No," she answered. "Don't you see he is younger than I am. He is better suited to be your beau."
"I've got a beau already," said the child unexpectedly.
"Indeed! That is news. What's his name?"