"Sister?" exclaimed Mrs. Dayton. "I didn't know you were both girls: I thought one was a boy."
"One is a boy," Gay admitted.
Mrs. Dayton trod no further on this delicate ground, much to Gay's relief. The conductor passed along and she hailed him.
"Will you turn this seat over, please?" said she. "Now, May, you can sit with us."
Gay rose rather reluctantly. "It's awful," thought the little fraud. "I know she'll find it all out, but father always says, 'Be polite to ladies, no matter what it costs,' and I'm not going to forget to be polite just because I'm playing be a girl."
Then Gay slipped into the proffered seat, hat in hand, just as father did when he joined ladies!
"Her manners are just like a boy's," murmured Mrs. Dayton, in the perfectly audible tone that grown people often employ in the presence of children—just as though they must be deaf because they are young.
"She is a dear," returned Miss Maud. "George often speaks of her."
At the mention of Uncle George's name Gay asked,—
"Isn't my Uncle George a rattling good fellow?"