“Bob!”
“You’re getting quite pat with that name, now.”
“Peggy had to learn it, you see.”
“And Volna?”
“Volna felt like rushing off to Warsaw when that train was so late,” she replied earnestly.
“I like that answer; but there was no cause for anxiety, I’m glad to say. Our troubles are over. To-morrow afternoon we shall be in Cracow.”
“I had a brother once who used to say that,” she said, with a laugh and a glance.
“Are you sorry you’ve lost him?”
She answered by slipping her hand into my arm and nestling a little closer to me. We sat for a time in the sympathetic silence of mutual happiness and perfect understanding, listening to the rhythmic music of the sleigh bells as the three horses glided rapidly over the snow.
Then I told her of my old friend’s promise to see us safely to Cracow in his saloon.