Despite all this joking at his expense, the boys entertained, not only a warm affection, but a very real respect for Mabel’s brother, Reggie. Although, as the chums had already laughingly mentioned, Reggie never appeared anywhere without his monocle, his cane, his spats, and his English air and accent, he was at heart a fine fellow, always ready to help where help was needed, truthful and honorable, and an ardent baseball fan. These qualities helped the boys overlook his many foibles and affectations. As a matter of fact, once one got used to them, one rather liked them, as being a part of Reggie’s lovable personality.
The guard at the head of the stairs that led to the station platform seemed at first inclined to deny the boys admittance. But a neighboring guard, having recognized Joe and Jim, whispered in his friend’s ear, with the result that the latter looked away, having first favored the boys with a wink.
The next moment they had clattered down the stairs and had reached the station platform, just as the train pulled in.
Eagerly they watched the crowd of passengers pour forth, scanning each face for those they sought. No sight of Mabel, no Clara, no immaculate and be-spatted Reggie!
At first they feared that the girls had missed their train and their faces grew long and anxious. Then, just when they were beginning to lose hope, Joe saw them.
With a whoop of joy and a rush that nearly bowled over an indignant and grip-laden porter, he was speeding down the platform with Jim hard at his heels.
The next moment Mabel found herself in the grip of two bearlike arms, her smart little hat was pushed far over one ear, while into the other a voice was saying, over and over again:
“Say, girl, you look good to me—you look good to me.”
“Joe, dear, you’re mussing my hair, and my hat——”