One could hug indiscriminately at Ridgetown Station. Jean was the next person to melt into tears. She had tried to tell Miss Grace how sorry she was.
Cuthbert began to restore order.
"You'd better take two in that carriage, crowded or not," said he. "There are boxes lying on the platform which will require a cab to themselves."
"It's our music," said Jean importantly and quite untruthfully.
"It's my new hat," said Mabel, with a return of her old dash.
She had gone round the carriage seeing each occupant separately, and there seemed to be no hurry for anything, merely the pleasure of meeting again.
Just then there was a whirl of wheels in the distance. A certain familiarity in the sound made four girls look at each other. Mrs. Leighton, who had no ear for wheels, stared in a surprised way at her daughters.
"Well," she said, "what are we all waiting for? We must get home sometime."
"Yes," asked Cuthbert lustily, "what in the wide world are we waiting for?"
A high wagonette and pair of horses drove up, and turned with a fine circle into line behind them. In the wagonette sat Adelaide Maud. Adelaide Maud was dressed in blue.