"Fancy me," said Gay, "trying to be lady-like and the aunties not knowing that I'm a boy!"
"You can't be lady-like," laughed May.
"You can't be manly!" retorted Gay.
"Oh, I wish we were ourselves again!" May said.
"The train is ready, Master Gay," said Thomas, returning with the tickets and checks.
The real boy sprang to his feet, then sat down in confusion, remembering that he had no outward claim to the name of Gay.
"You may go, too, Miss May," said innocent Thomas; "your train leaves on the next track."
They went on board the train together and Gay chose a seat for May near the center of the car and back of one occupied by a boy of their age.
"He'll be company for you," whispered Gay.