Could this caller be Virgil Rust?
She hoped so, but she doubted.
As she entered the parlor a tall young man in worn khaki rose to meet her.

At first glance she could not name him, though she recognized the pale face and light-blue eyes, direct and steady.
"Good morning, Miss Burch," he said.

"I hope you'll excuse so early a call.

You remember me, don't you?
I'm George Burton, who had the bunk next to Rust's." "Surely I remember you, Mr.Burton, and I'm glad to see you," replied Carley, shaking hands with him.

"Please sit down.