CHAPTER XXIII
ELIGIBLE.
WE were sitting at dinner Monday night, all of us wondering why Ellery Sibthorp had not come. We had heard the whistle of the train on which he was to have come, and we had allowed more than time for the livery team to come up, but it was now seven, and we had given him up.
“I’m afraid he missed the train in New York. I wish I’d walked down to the station.”
“Will you please tell me,” said Ethel, “how your going down to Egerton would have prevented his missing the train in New York?”
“Well, I was thinking that perhaps he missed the hackman at Egerton.”
“It’s too perfectly awful of him,” said Cherry, “seeing that I stayed over just to meet him.”
“The disappointment will be his when he sees you,” said I, and at this both of them asked me what was the matter with my wits.
“Have you had an infusion of Irish blood?” asked Ethel.
“I’m thinking of how inhospitable I was not to go down to the train.”