"I didn't. I only saw that you were looking for somebody, and I thought it might be me you were looking for."
"Oh, so that was it!" Miss Hazen smiled faintly and sighed. "I thought that perhaps you might have recognized me from the photograph I once gave your father. But I forgot that that was a great many years ago." She sighed again.
Sally tried in vain to remember any photograph of Miss Martha Hazen. She did remember something else.
"This is Fox Sanderson," she said, holding on to Fox's arm, "who has just come on to bring us. Fox is very kind. And here is Charlie."
She dragged Charlie forward by the collar. He had been behind her, absorbed in the movements of the engine.
"Oh, what a pretty boy!" exclaimed Cousin Martha. "How do you do, Charlie?"
"Not a pretty boy!" cried Charlie.
Sally shook him. "Say very well, I thank you," she whispered.
"Very-well-I-thank-you," Charlie repeated sulkily. "I'm hungry."
Miss Hazen laughed. "Mercy on us!" she said. "We must be getting home to give you something to eat." She extended the tips of her fingers to Fox. "I'm very glad to see you, too, Mr. Sanderson. You will come home with us, too? The carriage is waiting."