came round they heard him in the hall opening the windows and admitting
a gust of wind which blew their door open, and when Frank arose to shut
it he saw the top of Arthur's broad-brimmed hat disappearing down the
stairs.

'I believe he is going to walk to the station; he certainly is crazy,'
Frank said to his wife, as they dressed themselves and waited with
feverish impatience for the return of the carriage.

Arthur did walk to the station, which he reached just as the ticket
agent was unlocking the door, and there, with his Spanish cloak wrapped
around him, he stalked up and down the long platform for more than an
hour, for the train was late, and it was nearer eight than seven when it
finally came in sight.

Standing side by side Arthur and John looked anxiously for some one to
alight, but nobody appeared and the expression of Arthur's face was
pitiable as he turned it to John, and said:

'Gretchen did not come. Where do you suppose she is?'

'I am sure I don't know. On the next train, may be,' was John's reply,
at which Arthur caught eagerly.

'Yes, the next train, most likely. We will come and meet it; and now
drive home as fast as you can. This disappointment has brought that heat
to my head, and I must have a bath. But, stop a bit; who is the best
carpenter in town?'

John told him that Belknap was the best, and Burchard the highest