She flashed a smile at him from her broad mouth as he came up, though her knowing gray eyes did not join in this smile.

He knew instantly that she was taking him in.
This girl was wise beyond her years, he thought, but one even far less knowing could hardly have been in two minds about his present abject condition.

The pushed-up collar of his coat did not entirely hide the once-white collar beneath it, the beard had reached its perhaps most distressing stage of development, and the suit was rumpled out of all the nattiness for which it had been advertised.

Even the plush hat had lost its smart air.
Then he plainly saw that the girl would, for the moment at least, ignore these phenomena.

She laughed again, and this time the eyes laughed, too.
"C'mon over and help me hunt for that bar pin I lost.