Just then the car stopped, and a new passenger got on and sat down just opposite Ben and his young charge. Ben did not take special notice of her, and was surprised to hear a familiar voice.
"I declare, if it ain't the little gal,"
Looking up, he recognized the old lady, his fellow passenger.
"How do you do, ma'am?" he said.
"Putty well. Where be you goin'?"
"Over to Bunker Hill."
"I'm goin' to Charleston, myself. My son is away with his wife, and I'm goin' over to stay with my niece till he comes back. How do you do, little gal?"
"Pretty well," said Emma.
"You don't know me, do you?"
It was an unfortunate question.