(The idea!--cry when I was so _glad_ to see him!) I guess the two folks ahead of me didn't think they got much attention, and the next minute he had drawn me out of the line, and we were both talking at once, and telling each other how glad we were to see each other.
But he was looking for Mother--I know he was; for the next minute after he saw me, he looked right over my head at the woman back of me.
And all the while he was talking with me, his eyes would look at me and then leap as swift as lightning first here, and then there, all over the hall.

But he didn't see her.

I knew he didn't see her, by the look on his face.

And pretty quick I said I'd have to go.

And then he said: "Your mother--perhaps she didn't--_did_ she come ?" And his face grew all red and rosy as he asked the question.
And I said yes, and she was waiting, and that was why I had to go back right away.
And he said, "Yes, yes, to be sure," and, "good-bye." But he still held my hand tight, and his eyes were still roving all over the house.
And I had to tell him again that I really had to go; and I had to pull real determined at my hand, before I could break away.