"If you are Lucy Rogers you have a scar there—a scar where you burned yourself years ago."
She seemed frightened for a moment. Then she said:
"I have no scar on my left arm."
"Will you prove it?"
"No. You are annoying me. What did you say your name is?"
"Tom Gates."
She was thoughtful for a moment and then shook her head.
"I have never heard of you," she declared, positively, and resumed her eating.
Tom was nonplussed. One moment he believed she was Lucy, and the next told himself that it was impossible. This girl possessed mannerisms that Lucy had never exhibited in all the years he had known her. She was bold and unabashed where Lucy was shy and unassuming. This girl's eyes laughed, while Lucy's were grave and serious; yet they were the same eyes.
"Let me tell you about my lost Lucy," he said, with a glance at the unconscious Donald.