“Maybe,” said Hal. “Or maybe I'm describing the girl on the cover of one of the current magazines!” He smiled; but then, seeing the other's curiosity, “Seriously, I think I do know your young lady. If you announce that Miss Jessie Arthur is a member of the Harrigan party, you won't be taking a long chance.”
“I can't afford to take any chance at all,” said the reporter. “You mean Robert Arthur's daughter?”
“Heiress-apparent of the banking business of Arthur and Sons,” said Hal. “It happens I know her by sight.”
“How's that?”
“I worked in a grocery-store where she used to come.”
“Whereabouts?”
“Peterson and Company, in Western City.”
“Oho! And you used to sell her candy.”
“Stuffed dates.”
“And your little heart used to go pit-a-pat, so that you could hardly count the change?”