Kate looked straight into each other's eyes. Kate saw a clean-
shaven, forceful young face, with strong lines and good colouring,
clear gray eyes, sandy brown hair, even, hard, white teeth, and
broad shoulders a little above her own. The man saw Kate, dressed
in her best and looking her best. Slowly she extended her hand.

"I bet a picayune you are my new brother, Robert," she said.

The young man gripped her hand firmly, held it, and kept on
looking in rather a stunned manner at Kate.

"Well, aren't you?" she asked, trying to withdraw the hand.

"I never, never would have believed it," he said.

"Believed what?" asked Kate, leaving the hand where it was.

"That there could be two in the same family," said he.

"But I'm as different from Nancy Ellen as night from day," said
Kate, "besides, woe is me, I didn't wear a pink dress and pick
you from the berry patch in a blue bowl."

Then the man released her hand and laughed. "You wouldn't have
had the slightest trouble, if you had been there," he said.

"Except that I should have inverted my bowl," said Kate, calmly.
"I am looking for a millionaire, riding a milk-white steed, and he
must be much taller than you and have black hair and eyes. Good-
bye, brother! I will see you this evening."