Gay's reverie was interrupted by an exclamation,
"Why, that must be little May Walcott!"
"She's taken in, too. Here's some fun, perhaps," thought naughty Gay, turning in the direction whence the voice had come. In the seat behind were two ladies; a pretty matron and a young girl, toward whom Gay was instantly attracted.
"Don't you remember Mrs. Dayton, who visits your mamma?" said the matron.
Gay sprang up, dragged the daisy-trimmed hat off and bowed, then instead of returning the hat to his head he held it in his hand, with his small thumb curved over the brim. It was an absurd position for a girl, but neither lady noticed it.
"This is Miss Maud Berkeley," said Mrs. Dayton. "You may have heard your Uncle George speak of her."
"He never said a word to me about Miss Berkeley." Gay looked aggrieved. It was unkind of Uncle George—a favorite uncle—not to have mentioned such a lovely lady.
"You have not told us how your mamma is?" continued Mrs. Dayton.
"She is very sick. That's why we were sent away—my twin sister and I."