The Captain did not reply except with an answering pressure. She laid the picture down gently.
“He was a beautiful baby–it almost seems to me I’ve seen someone who looks like him–especially the eyes. And that merry little twist to his mouth. 60I can’t seem to think who it is.” Jane puckered her forehead and the Captain observed her closely.
“Was it some boy?” He seemed interested in this resemblance.
“Yes, how silly of me not to remember. It’s Sherman Dart, one of Ernest’s old friends back in Centerville.”
“Centerville? That is in Illinois, is it not?”
“Yes, where we used to live. And the eyes are exactly like Sherm’s and Sherm always twisted his mouth crooked like that when he smiled.”
“This boy, he wasn’t an orphan, was he?”
“Oh no, Mr. and Mrs. Dart are both living though Mr. Dart’s been sick a long time.”
The Captain seemed to have lost interest.
“Well, my dear, am I to have the pleasure of driving you home–I’m afraid your parents will be distressed about you.”