Then Betty remembered who he was—who she was—where she was—and a few other matters of similar importance, and a red, red flush spread over her face and to the tips of her small pink ears.
The sea-captain opened his mouth in a jocular roar.
"Who's been sitting in my room?" he demanded. "Why, here she is!"
Betty's lip quivered. She was beginning to be afraid—or rather she was afraid.
"I—I just wanted to see a book," she said.
"And what book did you just want to see?"
He took the magazine from her and noticed two things—how her hand shook and how bravely her eyes met his.
His glance wandered over the open page, and a wonderment came to him what there was here to interest such a child.
The next second the fatal question was on his lips.
"And what is your name?" he asked.