"I'll ask the agent."

"There's the flyer at three-thirty A. M.," responded the sleepy agent a
minute later.

"I'll just sit up and wait for it," she said coolly. "He has got the
trains confused."

"Good heavens! Till three-thirty?"

"But my dear Mr. Rollins, you won't be obliged to sit up, you know.
You're not expecting any one, are you?"

"N-no, of course not."

"By the way, why _are_ you staying up?" He was sure he detected
alarm in the question. She was suspecting him!

"I have nowhere to go, Miss--Mrs.--er--" She merely smiled and he said
something under his breath. "I'm waiting for the eight o'clock train."

"How lovely! What time will the three-thirty train get here, agent?"

"At half-past three, I reckon. But she don't stop here!"

"Oh, goodness! Can't you flag it--her, I mean?"

"What's the use?" asked Rossiter. "He's not coming on it, is he?"

"That's so. He's coming in a buggy. You needn't mind flagging her, agent."