"Oh, Jimmy, do help me out! That's a d-dear! I'm in no end of a scrape. You'll do as I ask, now w-w-won't you?"
Jimmy surrendered on the spot.
"Now," said Annette, greatly relieved, "find out what time the d-down train starts, and if it's on time."
"It ought to start at three," reported Jimmy after consulting the telegraph operator. "It's an hour late on account of the snow. Expecting somebody?"
She shook her head.
"Going to the city yourself?"
"Of course not. Whatever made you think that?" she cried with unnecessary vehemence. Then, changing the subject abruptly, she added: "G-guess who has come home?"
"Who?" cried Jimmy, with palpitating ears.
"Sandy Kilday. You never saw anybody
look so g-grand. He's gotten to be a regular swell, and he walks like this."