Like all children, her strongest impressions were the most recent.

In the vain hope to lead her back to this material yesterday, he said-- "You remember Jim Hooker ?" "Oh, HE ran away, when you left.

But just think of it! The other day, when papa and I went into a big restaurant in San Francisco, who should be there WAITING on the table--yes, Clarence, a real waiter--but Jim Hooker! Papa spoke to him; but of course," with a slight elevation of her pretty chin, "I couldn't, you know; fancy--a waiter!" The story of how Jim Hooker had personated him stopped short upon Clarence's lips.

He could not bring himself now to add that revelation to the contempt of his small companion, which, in spite of its naivete, somewhat grated on his sensibilities.
"Clarence," she said, suddenly turning towards him mysteriously, and indicating the shopman and his assistants, "I really believe these people suspect us." "Of what ?" said the practical Clarence.
"Don't be silly! Don't you see how they are staring ?" Clarence was really unable to detect the least curiosity on the part of the shopman, or that any one exhibited the slightest concern in him or his companion.

But he felt a return of the embarrassed pleasure he was conscious of a moment before.
"Then you're living with your father ?" said Susy, changing the subject.
"You mean my COUSIN," said Clarence, smiling.