In answer to this statement, Miss Buck simply winked one eye as one who would say: "You're some little liar, ain't you?"
"It's true," I said.
"Oh, sure!" said Miss Buck, and let one eyelid fall again.
"When the book appears," I continued, "you will find that it contains an interview with you."
"Also a picture of you and the news stand," my companion added.
Then we heard the train.
Taking up our suit cases, we thanked Miss Buck for the assistance she had rendered us.
"I'm sure you're quite welcome," she replied. "I meet all kinds here—including kidders."
That was some months ago. No doubt Miss Buck may have forgotten us by now. But when she sees this—as, being a news-stand lady, I have reason to hope she will—I trust she may remember, and admit that truth has triumphed in the end.