In the course of this sociable promenade the steamboat stopped at a small town, and it had scarcely started again when the baby gave a squirm which nearly threw it out of its bearer’s arms.  At the same instant he heard quick steps behind him, and, turning, he beheld the mother of the child.  At the sight his heart fell.  Gone were his plans, his hopes, his little chum.

The young woman was flushed and panting.

“Upon my word!” was all she could say as she clasped the child, whose little arms stretched out towards her.  She seated herself upon the nearest bench.  In a few moments she looked from her baby to Lodloe; she had not quite recovered her breath, and her face was flushed, but in her eyes and on her mouth and dimpled cheeks there was an expression of intense delight mingled with amusement.

“Will you tell me, sir,” she said, “how long you have been carrying this baby about?  And did you have to take care of it?”

Lodloe did not feel in a very good humor.  By not imposing upon him, as he thought she had done, she had deceived and disappointed him.

“Of course I took care of it,” he said, “as you left it in my charge; and it gave me a lot of trouble, I assure you.  For a time it kicked up a dreadful row.  I had the advice of professionals, but I did all the work myself.”

“I am very sorry,” she said, “but it does seem extremely funny that it should have happened so.  What did you think had become of me?”

“I supposed you had gone off to whatever place you wanted to go to,” said Lodloe.

She looked at him in amazement.

“Do you mean to say,” she exclaimed, “that you thought I wanted to get rid of my baby, and to palm him off on you ­an utter stranger?”

“That is exactly what I thought,” he answered.  “Of course, people who want to get rid of babies don’t palm them off on friends and acquaintances.  I am very sorry if I misjudged you, but I think you will admit that, under the circumstances, my supposition was a very natural one.”

“Tell me one more thing,” she said; “what did you intend to do with this child?”

“I intended to bring it up as my own,” said Lodloe; “I had already formed plans for its education.”

The lady looked at him in speechless amazement.  If she had known him she would have burst out laughing.

“The way of it was this,” she said presently.  “I ran off the steamboat to look for my nurse-maid, and if I hadn’t thought of first searching through the other parts of the boat to see if she was on board I should have had plenty of time.  I found her waiting for me at the entrance of the pier, and when I ran towards her all she had to say was that she had made up her mind not to go into the country.  I was so excited, and so angry at her for playing such a trick on me at the last moment, that I forgot how time was passing, and that is why I was left behind.  But it never entered my mind that any one would think that I intended to desert my baby, and I didn’t feel afraid either that he wouldn’t be taken care of.  I had seen ever so many women on board, and some with babies of their own, and I did not doubt that some of these would take charge of him.

“As soon as I saw that the steamboat had gone, I jumped into a cab, and went to the West Bank Railroad, and took the first train for Scurry, where I knew the steamboat stopped.  The ticket agent told me he thought the train would get there about forty minutes before the boat; but it didn’t, and I had to run every inch of the way from the station to the wharf, and then barely got there in time.”

“You managed matters very well,” said Lodloe.

“I should have managed better,” said she, “if I had taken my baby ashore with me.  In that case, I should have remained in the city until I secured another maid.  But why did you trouble yourself with the child, especially when he cried?”

“Madam,” said Lodloe, “you left that little creature in my charge, and it never entered my mind to hand it over to anybody else.  I took advice, as I told you, but that was all I wanted of any one until I went ashore, and then I intended to hire a country girl to act as its nurse.”

“And you really and positively intended to keep it for your own?” she asked.

“I did,” he answered.

At this the lady could not help laughing.  “In all my life,” she said, “I never heard of anything like that.  But I am just as much obliged to you, sir, as if I were acquainted with you; in fact, more so.”

Lodloe took out his card and handed it to her.  She read it, and then said: 

“I am Mrs. Robert Cristie of Philadelphia.  And now I will take my baby to the other end of the boat, where it is more sheltered, but not without thanking you most heartily for your very great kindness.”

“If you are going aft,” said Lodloe, “let me help you.  If you will take the baby, I will bring its carriage.”

In a few minutes the mother and child were ensconced in a shady spot on the lower deck, and then Lodloe, lifting his hat, remarked: 

“As I suppose two people cannot become conventionally acquainted without the intervention of a third person, no matter how little each may know of said third party, I must take my leave; but allow me to say that, if you require any further assistance, I shall be most happy to give it.  I shall be on the boat until we reach Romney.”

“That is where I get off,” she said.

“Indeed,” said he; “then perhaps you will engage the country girl whom I intended to hire.”

“Do you know any one living there,” she asked, “who would come to me as nurse-maid?”

“I don’t know a soul in Romney,” said Lodloe; “I never was in the place in my life.  I merely supposed that in a little town like that there were girls to be hired.  I don’t intend to remain in Romney, to be sure, but I thought it would be much safer to engage a girl there than to trust to getting one in the country place to which I am going.”

“And you thought out all that, and about my baby?” said Mrs. Cristie.

“Yes, I did,” said Lodloe, laughing.

“Very well,” said she; “I shall avail myself of your forethought, and shall try to get a girl in Romney.  Where do you go when you leave there?”

“Oh, I am going some five or six miles from the town, to a place called the ‘Squirrel Inn.’”

“The Squirrel Inn!” exclaimed Mrs. Cristie, dropping her hands into her lap and leaning forward.

“Yes,” said Lodloe; “are you going there?”

“I am,” she answered.

Now in his heart Walter Lodloe blessed his guardian angel that she had prompted him to make the announcement of his destination before he knew where this lady was going.

“I am very glad to hear that,” he said.  “It seems odd that we should happen to be going to the same place, and yet it is not so very odd, after all, for people going to the Squirrel Inn must take this boat and land at Romney, which is not on the railroad.”

“The odd part of it is that so few people go to the Squirrel Inn,” said the lady.

“I did not know that,” remarked Lodloe; “in fact I know very little about the place.  I have heard it spoken of, and it seems to be just the quiet, restful place in which I can work.  I am a literary man, and like to work in the country.”

“Do you know the Rockmores of Germantown?” asked Mrs. Cristie.

“I never heard of them,” he answered.

“Well, then, you may as well stay on board this steamboat and go back home in her,” said Mrs. Cristie; “if you do not know the Rockmores of Germantown Stephen Petter will not take you into his inn.  I know all about the place.  I was there with my husband three years ago.  Mr. Petter is very particular about the guests he entertains.  Several years ago, when he opened the inn, the Rockmores of Germantown spent the summer with him, and he was so impressed with them that he will not take anybody unless they know the Rockmores of Germantown.”

“He must be a ridiculous old crank,” said Lodloe, drawing a camp-chair near to the lady, and seating himself thereon.

“In one way he is not a crank,” said Mrs. Cristie; “you can’t turn him.  When he has made up his mind about anything, that matter is settled and fixed just as if it were screwed down to the floor.”

“From what I had been told,” said the young man, “I supposed the Squirrel Inn to be a free and easy place.”

“It is, after you get there,” said Mrs. Cristie, “and the situation and the surroundings are beautiful, and the air is very healthful.  My husband was Captain Cristie of the navy.  He was in bad health when he went to the Squirrel Inn, but the air did him good, and if we had staid all winter, as Stephen Petter wanted us to, it would have been a great advantage to him.  But when the weather grew cool we went to New York, where my husband died early in the following December.”

“I will take my chances with Stephen Petter,” said Lodloe, after a suitable pause.  “I am going to the Squirrel Inn, and I am bound to stay there.  There must be some road not through Germantown by which a fellow can get into the favor of Mr. Petter.  Perhaps you will say a good word for me, madam?”

“I don’t know any good word to say,” she answered, “except that you take excellent care of babies, and I am not at all sure that that would have any weight with Stephen Petter.  Since you are going to the inn, and since we have already talked together so much, I wish I did properly know you.  Did you ever have a sister at Vassar?”

“I am sorry to say,” said Lodloe, “that I never had a sister at that college, though I have one who wanted very much to go there; but instead of that she went with an aunt to Europe, where she married.”

“An American?” asked Mrs. Cristie.

“Yes,” said Lodloe.

“What was his name?”

“Tredwell.”

“I never heard of him,” said the lady.  “There don’t seem to be any threads to take hold of.”

“Perhaps you had a brother at Princeton,” remarked Lodloe.

“I have no brother,” said she.

There was now a pause in the dialogue.  The young man was well pleased that this very interesting young woman wished to know him properly, as she put it, and if there could be found the least bit of foundation on which might be built a conventional acquaintance he was determined to find it.

“Were you a Vassar girl?” he asked.

“Oh, yes,” said Mrs. Cristie; “I was there four years.”

“Perhaps you know something of old Matthew Vassar, the founder?”

Mrs. Cristie laughed.  “I’ve heard enough about him, you may be sure; but what has he to do with anything?”

“I once slept in his room,” said Lodloe; “in the Founder’s Room, with all his stiff old furniture, and his books, and his portrait.”

“You!” cried Mrs. Cristie.  “When did you do that?”

“It was two years ago this spring,” said Lodloe.  “I was up there getting material for an article on the college which I wrote for the ’Bayside Magazine.’”

“Did you write that?” said Mrs. Cristie.  “I read it, and it was just as full of mistakes as it could be.”

“That may be, and I don’t wonder at it,” said the young man.  “I kept on taking in material until I had a good deal more than I could properly stow away in my mind, and it got to be too late for me to go back to the town, and they had to put me into the Founder’s Room, because the house was a good deal crowded.  Before I went to bed I examined all the things in the room.  I didn’t sleep well at all, for during the night the old gentleman got down out of his frame, and sat on the side of my bed, and told me a lot of things about that college which nobody else ever knew, I am sure.”

“And I suppose you mixed up all that information with what the college people gave you,” she said.

“That may be the case,” answered Lodloe, laughing, “for some of the old gentleman’s points were very interesting and made a deep impression upon me.”

“Well,” said Mrs. Cristie, speaking very emphatically, “when I had finished reading that article I very much wished to meet the person who had written it, so that I might tell him what I thought of it; but of course I had no idea that the founder had anything to do with its inaccuracies.”

“Madam,” said Lodloe, “if it had not been for the mistakes in it you never would have thought of the man who wrote the paper, but you did think of him, and wanted to meet him.  Now it seems to me that we have been quite properly introduced to each other, and it was old Matthew Vassar who did it.  I am sure I am very much obliged to him.”

Mrs. Cristie laughed.  “I don’t know what the social authorities would say to such an introduction,” she answered, “but as baby is asleep I shall take him into the saloon.”