Larry, this is Mr.Dean Wakeham." The young man shook hands with cordial frankness, Larry with suspicion in his heart.
"Let me have your check, Jane, and I will go and get your trunk," said Larry.
"No, you come with me, Larry," said Jane decidedly.

"The trunk is too big for you to handle.

Mr.Wakeham, you will get it for me, won't you, please?
I will send a porter to help." "Gladly, Miss Brown.

No, I mean with the deepest pain and regret," said Wakeham, going for the trunk while Larry accompanied her in quest of the minor impedimenta that constituted her own and her father's baggage.
"Jane, have you any idea how glad I am to see you ?" demanded Larry as they passed into the car.
Jane's radiant smile transformed her face.

"Yes, I think so," she said simply.