Twain was just looking around when he suddenly saw a familiar person. The discovery greatly surprised him, so he left Kerslake and strode towards them.
When this other person saw Twain walking towards her, she was delighted. She bounced and waved enthusiastically at Twain.
"Uncle Tony, Uncle Tony!" This voice that was calling his name belonged to none other than Shania.
"Shania, why are you here?" Using "astonishment" to describe his mood at this time was not quite accurate. It was more appropriate to use "pleasantly surprised."
Wearing a green coat, Shania stood on the edge of the crowd with her long brown hair in a smooth ponytail that swung along with her bouncy movements. Seeing Twain, she smiled radiantly.
"Can't I come?" Shania stopped jumping, leaned towards Twain across the metal railing, and smiled.
"Aren't you supposed to be in class?"
