This debonair, self-reliant fellow could not be Billy! But as a hasty glance down the line revealed only half a dozen straggling women, and beyond them, no one, William decided that it must be Billy; and taking brave hold of his courage, he hurried after the blue-eyed youth and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Er--aren't you Billy ?" he stammered.
The lad stopped and stared.

He shook his head slowly.
"No, sir," he said.
"But you must be! Are you sure ?" The boy laughed this time.
"Sorry, sir, but my name is 'Frank'; isn't it, mother ?" he added merrily, turning to the lady at his side, who was regarding William very unfavorably through a pair of gold-bowed spectacles.
William did not wait for more.

With a stammered apology and a flustered lifting of his hat he backed away.
But where was Billy?
William looked about him in helpless dismay.

All around was a wide, empty space.

The long aisle to the Hampden Falls train was deserted save for the baggage-men loading the trunks and bags on to their trucks.
Nowhere was there any one who seemed forlorn or ill at ease except a pretty girl with a suit-case, and with a covered basket on her arm, who stood just outside the gate, gazing a little nervously about her.
William looked twice at this girl.