"How long do you stay here?"
"I can't say, sir," said Ben coldly.
Mr. Campbell bit his lip and walked away. He did not fancy being
foiled by a boy. It occurred to him, however, that by waiting
patiently he might see the young lady at dinner. He kept watch,
therefore, till he saw Ben entering the dining-room, and then,
entering himself, secured a seat near-by. But the young lady,
greatly to his chagrin, did not appear. Ben observed his vigilant
watch, and after dinner reported to Miss Sinclair.
The young lady smiled.
"I have thought of a way to deceive him and quiet his suspicions,"
she said.
Ben looked curious.
"If I remain away from the table he will feel sure that I am his
ward."
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Listen to my plan, then. I have the New York Herald here, with half
a column of advertisements of seamtresses. I will give you a list of
three, and you shall engage one to be here early to-morrow morning.
Select one with a figure as much like mine as possible."
"All right!"
"I see you look puzzled," said Miss Sinclair, smiling.
"I am, a little; I don't know what good that will do."
"Then I will explain. I shall dress the seamstress in one of my own
dresses, and let her go to the table with you.
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