"I'm Marcia."
"But I thought—I expected—" gasped the girl.
"And I thought—I expected—" Marcia mimicked gaily.
For a moment they looked searchingly into one another's faces, then laughed.
"Fancy having an aunt like you!" exclaimed the incredulous Sylvia, still staring with unconcealed amazement.
"And fancy having a niece like you!"
"Well, all I can say is I'm glad I came," was the girl's retort. "I wasn't altogether sure I should be when I started East. I said to myself: 'Sylvia you are taking a big chance. You may just be wasting your money.'"
"You may still find it's been wasted."
"No, I shan't. I know already it has been well spent," announced the girl, a whimsical smile curving her lips.
"Wait until you see where you're going."