“I think you are mistaken,” returned his father. “The gentleman is assuredly an American, and from his manner toward the children I fancy they are his own. There is a strong resemblance, also, between the three.”
“But she has quite an English complexion, sir; so rosy.”
“Yes, but such complexions are not so very unusual among the American women and girls.”
“No, sir, perhaps not. The boy’s a nice-looking fellow and has very gentlemanly manners. Don’t you think so, sir?”
“Yes; they are evidently people of education and refinement. But what is the train stopping for?” glancing from the window. “Ah, I see; they are taking on a fresh supply of fuel for the engine.”
The same question had been just asked by Lulu and answered by her father in the same way, as he rose and took his hat from the rack overhead.
“You are going out, papa?” Lulu said inquiringly. “Oh, don’t get left, please!”
“I certainly do not intend to,” he answered with a look of amusement. “I only want to stretch my limbs for a moment, and shall not go any distance from the train.”
“Oh, can’t we go too?” she asked.
“Max may, but you, I think, would better content yourself with moving about the car.”