Betty didn’t mind the lack of people or buildings in general, but she did mind the absence of the Careys. She couldn’t understand it, for she knew she was expected; but she concluded they must have been delayed for some reason, and she had nothing to do but wait.
Just at that moment, she saw a man driving by in an old farm-wagon.
“Wait a minute!” she called, for he was nearly past.
“Hey! what do you want?” the man called back, but he stopped his team, and waited as Betty came down the steps.
“Excuse me,” she said politely, “but have you seen a motor-car around the station?”
The man ruminated.
“Wal, no, miss, I hevn’t. Leastwise, not to-day.”
“But I mean to-day—just now. I’m expecting the Careys to meet me. I just came on the train.”
“Ye did, hey? Well, that ’ere train was a good half-hour late. So, if so be’s them Careys was here, like as not they got tired o’ waitin’ an’ went away again.”
“Where is the Carey place, do you know?”