peered anxiously through the glass doors; but always she came back to
the gate as if fearful to be long away from that place. He forgot all
about her very soon, for her movements had given him a sudden idea:
perhaps Billy was in the waiting-room. How stupid of him not to think of
it before! Doubtless they had missed each other in the crowd, and Billy
had gone straight to the waiting-room to look for him. And with this
thought William hurried away at once, leaving the girl still standing by
the gate alone.

He looked everywhere. Systematically he paced up and down between the
long rows of seats, looking for a boy with a pink. He even went out upon
the street, and gazed anxiously in all directions. It occurred to him
after a time that possibly Billy, like himself, had changed his mind at
the last moment, and not worn the pink. Perhaps he had forgotten it, or
lost it, or even not been able to get it at all. Very bitterly William
blamed himself then for disregarding his own part of the suggested
plan. If only he had worn the pink himself!--but he had not; and it
was useless to repine. In the meantime, where was Billy, he wondered
frantically.



CHAPTER VI

THE COMING OF BILLY


After another long search William came back to the train-shed, vaguely
hoping that Billy might even then be there. The girl was still standing
alone by the gate. There was another train on the track now, and