"This is yours, Miss May," Thomas said, taking another book from his pocket.
"Thank you," said the mock May.
"What, no kiss for me, Miss?" said Thomas. Then the boy in the petticoats had to kiss Thomas, though it went against the grain to do it.
A low laugh attracted their attention. It fell from the widely parted lips of the boy in front of them; he was much amused at what was going on.
"You won't like him," said Gay promptly. "He's a frightful cad, I'm sure; it shows through on the outside. Let's get another seat."
But a brakeman shouted "All aboard" just then, and the change of seats was not made. The twins embraced hastily; May with tears in her eyes.
"Don't cry!" whispered mischievous Gay. "Boys never cry; remember that."
"Good bye, master Gay," said Thomas. "Be a gentleman."
"I'll try," answered the mock boy, dragging off the tarpaulin sailor hat right gallantly.
Then they were gone, and no sooner was the masquerader left to her fate than the boy in front commenced to make talk,—