"Well, you are the first person who ever told me that. Uncle Harry said,
'Is it possible, Cornelia, that this is your child?' Cornelia is my
mother, and she is a beauty. My brother is awfully good looking, too.
Everybody thinks he ought to have been the girl. I'll tell you who I
want to look like when I grow up. Don't you know that young lady who
fell in the mud?"

Oh, yes, the Candy Man knew, and applauded Virginia's ambition. He would
have been pleased to enlarge on the subject, even to the extent of
neglecting business, but just as she began to be interesting Virginia
remembered an errand to the drug store, and ran away.

That Sunday morning meeting with Miss Bentley had been reviewed by the
Candy Man from every possible standpoint, and always, in conclusion,
with the same questions. Could he have done otherwise? What would she
think when she discovered her mistake? Who was his unknown double?

The opportunity offering, he made some guarded inquiries of the
Reporter.

"Bentley?" repeated that gentleman, as he sharpened a bright yellow
pencil. "Seem to have heard the name somewhere recently."

It was a matter of no particular importance to the Candy Man. He had
chanced to hear the name given to the conductor by the young lady who
was thrown down the night of the accident, and wondered----

The Reporter, who wasn't listening, here exclaimed: "I have it! It was
this A.M. Maimie McHugh was interviewing Mrs. Gerrard Pennington over