"Why, you must know there is a young man here I am sure must be some one in disguise. He is so—well, not exactly handsome, but really distinguished looking, and he knows all about railroads and things like that."
"You'd better look out for him," said Miss Leigh.
"Oh, do you think so? My sister and I were thinking of consulting him about our affairs—our railroad case, you know."
"Oh! Well, what do you know about him?"
"Nothing yet. You see, he has just come; but he joined us on the street this morning when we were going out—just shopping—and offered to take our bundles—just two little bundles we had in our hands, and was so polite. My dear, he has quite the grand air!"
"Oh, I see. Well, that does not necessarily make him a safe adviser. Why not let me ask my father about your matter? He is a railroad man, and could tell you in a minute all about it."
"Oh, could you? That would be so kind in you."
"But you must tell me the name of the road in which you had the stock."
"Oh, my dear. I don't know that I can do that. I only know that it was the Transcontinental and something and something else. I know that much, because it was only about sixty miles long, and we used to say that the name was longer than the road. My father used to say that it would some day be a link in a transcontinental chain—that's where it got its name, you know."
"Well, look out for your prince in disguise," said the girl, smiling as she rose to take her leave.