"You noticed that too, did you?" she asked, flashing a mischievous glance at him. "Really, you took in a lot at a single look. You ought to be a detective." "I wish I were," said Drew, as he thought ruefully of the unavailing plans he had made to find her. "I'm afraid I'm a pretty bungling amateur." "Well, you were only half wrong, anyway," she answered. "The first part of the name was right." "Yes," he admitted. "But that didn't help me much. The last one didn't either for that matter. There are so many Adamses in the city." "How do you know?" she challenged. He grew red. "I--I looked in the directory," he confessed. She thought it high time to change the subject. "I suppose it will be quite a wrench to say good-bye to your people here," she remarked. "I haven't any," replied Drew. "My father and my mother died when I was small. The only brother I have is out West, and I haven't seen him for years. I've been boarding since I came to the city, five years ago." "Oh, I'm sorry," she said with ready sympathy. "I know something of how you feel, because I lost my own mother three years ago. I've been in boarding school most of the time since then. So I know what it is to be without a real home. Sometimes our only home was on shipboard." "But it's always possible to make a real home," said Drew daringly. Then he checked himself and bit his lip. That troublesome tongue of his! When would he learn to control it? She pretended not to have heard him. "I have my father left," she went on; "and he's the best father in the world." "And the luckiest," put in Drew. "He didn't want to take me on this trip at first," she continued, "but the most of my relatives and friends are in California, and I knew I'd be horribly lonely in New York. So I begged and teased him to let me go along, and at last he gave in." "Of course he would," Drew said with conviction. "How could he help it?" He knew that if she should ask him, Allen Drew, for the moon he would promise it to her without the slightest hesitation. He wished he dared tell her so. "Have you ever been to sea?" she asked. "No," replied Allen. "But I've always wanted to go." And he told her of the longing that had sprung up in him when Captain Peters had spoken so indifferently about the wonder-lands of mystery and romance to which his bark was sailing. While he talked, she was studying him closely, as is the way of girls, without appearing to do so. She noted the stalwart well-knit figure, the handsome features--the strong straight nose, the broad forehead, the brown eyes that sparkled with animation. Drew was at his best when he talked, especially when his audience was attentive, and there was no doubt that his audience of one was that. She listened almost in silence only putting in a word now and then. The thought came to him that he might be boring her, and he stopped abruptly. "If I keep on, you'll be talked to death," he said apologetically.