“Oh, I’ll telephone from the station office, and they’ll send Martin, or somebody, after me.”
“But you have to wait so long. Here’s a better plan. Let’s stop at the Barclay Inn, and telephone from there. Then when we reach the station, Martin or somebody will be there for you.”
Patty agreed, and when they reached the Barclay Inn, a few miles from Fern Falls, they went in to telephone.
“We’re on our way home,” said Patty, after she had succeeded in getting a connection.
“Well, I should think it was time!” exclaimed Adèle. “You don’t know what you’ve missed! Where are you?”
“At Barclay Inn; and we’re in an awful hurry. Philip is going to take the five-thirty from the station, and you send somebody there to meet me and drive the horses home, will you! And what did I miss? And you’ll miss the butter and eggs, because we didn’t get them.”
“But where have you been? We tried all yesterday to get you on the telephone, and all this morning, too.”
“Yes, I know; the wires broke down. But everything’s all right. We stayed at Mrs. Fay’s. I’ll tell you all about it when I see you. Be sure to have me met at the station. Good-bye.”
Patty hung up the receiver and hurried back to Philip. “We’ll have to hustle to catch that train,” he said, as he tucked her in the sleigh. “Did you get Adèle?”
“Yes; she’ll send some one to meet me. She says I missed something. Do you suppose they had a party last night in all that blizzard?”