He wore spurs and a broad-brimmed sombrero, and carried in his hand a whip which seemed two-thirds lash.

As he put his foot into the stirrup, he turned for another look at Clover, whom he had rather stared at while passing, and then changing his intention, took it out again, and came toward them.
"I beg your pardon," he said; "but aren't you--isn't it--Clover Carr ?" "Yes," said Clover, wondering, but still without the least notion as to whom the stranger might be.
"You've forgotten me ?" went on the young man, with a smile which made his face very bright.

"That's rather hard too; for I knew you at once.

I suppose I'm a good deal changed, though, and perhaps I shouldn't have made you out except for your eyes; they're just the same.

Why, Clover, I'm your cousin, Clarence Page!" "Clarence Page!" cried Clover, joyfully; "not really! Why, Clarence, I never should have known you in the world, and I can't think how you came to know me.