He liked the way she carried her head; he liked the way her eyes went up a little at the outer corners, and the round, soft curve of her chin.

She was gazing steadfastly ahead of her down the gang-plank, and he ventured a step nearer and continued his observations.

As he did so, he made a discovery.

The soft white of her cheek was gradually becoming pinker and pinker; the color which began under her lace collar stole up and up until it reached her eyes, which still gazed determinedly before her.
Sandy admired it as a traveler admires a sunrise, and with as little idea of having caused it.
The line of passengers moved slowly forward, and his heart sank.
Suddenly his eyes fell upon the little hand-bag which she carried.

On one end, in small white letters, was: "Ruth Nelson, Kentucky, U.S.A." He watched her until she was lost to view, then he turned eagerly back into the crowd.