"I'm sure I'm very much obliged," said the young lady. "I won't forget it, and, if _nobody else_ will have me, I'll send for you." "She's a trump," he thought, but fortunately didn't make use of a word which would have been highly objectionable to Miss Wiggins. CHAPTER X. TOM ARRIVES IN CINCINNATI. "You haven't told me your name yet," said Bessie, after a while. "Gilbert Grey," said Tom. The name sounded strange to himself, for he had always been called Tom; but his street-life was over. He had entered upon a new career, and it was fitting that he should resume the name to which he had a rightful claim. "That's a good name," said Bessie, approvingly. "Would you like to know mine?" "I know it already--it's Bessie Benton." "Oh, you heard me use it. Do you like it?" "Tip-top." "That's another of your boy-words." "Isn't it good?" "I like it well enough. I'm not Miss Wiggins." I am not going to inflict on the reader a full account of all that was said on the journey by Bessie and her young protector. They chatted upon a variety of topics, Tom taking care not to be too communicative touching his street experiences. He wanted to stand well with Bessie, and was afraid that she would not be quite so pleased and social with him if she should learn that he had been a knight of the blacking-brush. It was early evening when the train reached Cincinnati. "I think papa will be here to meet me," said Bessie, looking out of the car window, as they entered the depot. "Uncle telegraphed him from Buffalo that I would arrive by this train." Our hero was sorry they were already at their journey's end. He had enjoyed Bessie's company, and he knew that he might never meet her again. Though he knew nothing of etiquette, he did what was proper on the occasion, and assisted Bessie to ascend the steps upon the platform. Bessie looked around to find a familiar face. "Oh, there's Cousin Maurice!" she said. "Here, Maurice, here I am." A boy, somewhat taller than our hero, who no doubt considered himself a young man, came forward, and was about to kiss Bessie, but the latter drew back slightly and frustrated his design by giving him her hand instead. Maurice colored a little, and looked vexed. "Where is papa? Didn't he come?" she asked, quickly. "He was busy, and sent me. Won't I do as well?" "Of course I am glad to see you, but I hoped papa would be here." "The carriage is outside; let us hurry," said Maurice, taking her arm. "Wait a minute," said Bessie, releasing her arm. She walked up to Tom, and, taking his hand cordially, said: "Good-by, Gilbert. I'm ever so much obliged to you for taking care of me. We live at 116 B---- street. I hope you will call in a day or two. Papa will be glad to see you, and he will thank you, too." Tom's face flushed with pleasure. "Thank you, Miss Bessie," he said. "I'd like to do it all over again." "You'll be sure to come?" "Yes, I'll come."