Stewart smiled.
"You're the same old Cary," he said, "Only a bit taller. Let me find your chair for you. You're not crossing alone?"
"Do you think I'd leave my father?"
"Of course not. Where is he?"
"There, forgive me. I was rude. I'm afraid I am as bad as ever." Cary sighed.
"I never said that—"
"Well, Papa's writing a note to be carried back on the pilot. If he does not come up soon, I'll have to hunt him up. I'm his shadow. To tell you a secret; I'm chaperoning him on this trip!"
"Indeed!" Stewart's eyes were smiling.
"To be sure. Now, about yourself—"
"Your eyes say, 'What have you been doing in America that you failed to look me up?" said Stewart.