The ship was slowly opening a gap between herself and the wharf,
and he knew that in a few moments recognition would be
impossible. Just as he was losing hope and was ready to groan
with despair, the face beneath the sailor hat was turned squarely
in his direction. A glaze obscured his eyes, a numbness attacked
his brain. It was Miss Guggenslocker!

Why was her name omitted from the passenger list? That question
was the first to whirl through his addled brain. He forgot the
questionings, forgot everything a moment later, for, to his
amazement and delight and discomfiture, he saw that she was
peering intently at him. A pair of big glasses was leveled at
him for a second and then lowered. He plainly saw the smile on
her face, and the fluttering cambric in her hand. She had seen
him, after all,--had caught him in a silly exhibition of
weakness. Her last impression of him, then, was to be one of
which he could not feel proud. While his heart burned with
shame, it could not have been suspected from the appearance of
his face. His eyes were dancing, his mouth was wide open with
joy, his lips were quivering with a suppressed shout, his cheeks
were flushed and his whole aspect bespoke ecstacy. He waved his
hat and then his handkerchief, obtaining from her vigorous and
unrestrained signs of approbation. Her face was wreathed in
smiles as she leaned far over the rail, the picture of animated
pleasure.

Making sure that her uncle and aunt were not visible, he boldly
placed his fingers to his lips and wafted a kiss out over the
water!