"I see you're kept waiting like me. It's very tiresome," Count Otto
said.

The young American answered without looking behind him. "As soon as
we're started we'll go all right. My sister has written to a
gentleman to come down."

"I've looked for Miss Day to bid her good-bye," Vogelstein went on;
"but I don't see her."

"I guess she has gone to meet that gentleman; he's a great friend of
hers."

"I guess he's her lover!" the little girl broke out. "She was
always writing to him in Europe."

Her brother puffed his cigar in silence a moment. "That was only
for this. I'll tell on you, sis," he presently added.

But the younger Miss Day gave no heed to his menace; she addressed
herself only, though with all freedom, to Vogelstein. "This is New
York; I like it better than Utica."

He had no time to reply, for his servant had arrived with one of the
dispensers of fortune; but as he turned away he wondered, in the
light of the child's preference, about the towns of the interior.
He was naturally exempt from the common doom. The officer who took
him in hand, and who had a large straw hat and a diamond breastpin,
was quite a man of the world, and in reply to the Count's formal