She was interrupted by Gertie's irritating little laugh.

"But what have I said? What is it?"

It was Taylor who replied.

"Well, you see out here in the wilderness we don't call it a station,
_we_ call it a depot."

"Do you really?" asked Nora with exaggerated surprise, looking at her
brother.

"Custom of the country," he said smilingly.

"But a depot is a place where stores are kept."

"Of course I don't know what you call it in England," said Gertie
aggressively, "but while you're in _this_ country, I guess you'd better
call it what other folks do."

"It would be rather absurd for me to call it that when it's wrong," said
Nora, flushing with annoyance.

Gertie's thin lips tightened.

"Of course I don't pretend to have had _very_ much schooling, but it
seems to me I've read something somewhere about doing as the Romans do
when you're livin' with them. At any rate, I'm sure of one thing: it's
considered the polite thing to do in _any_ country."