"Yes," replied Dolly, "but I'm going back to town to-day."
"Pshaw, now, is that so? Don't like it, hey?" The station master had a kindly way with him, and as he threw open the door he invited Dolly to enter the little waiting-room. "You stay here a spell," he said, "that train ain't due for fifteen minutes."
He disappeared into the ticket office and closed the door. Then he called up Mr. Rose on the telephone.
"Hello! what is it?" responded that gentleman sleepily, for he had been roused from a sound slumber.
"I'm Briggs, the station agent. That little yellow-haired girl you brought with you last night is here in the station. Says she's goin' home."
"Dolly Fayre! At the station? Impossible!"
"Yep. She's here. And she's just about all in. You don't want I should let her go on the train, do you?"
"Good gracious, no! Keep her there somehow till I can get there."
"I'll try, but she's terrible set on goin'."
"Keep her somehow, Briggs, if you have to lock her in. I'll be down there inside of half an hour."