Jewel and Zeke had ample time for the train. Indeed, the little girl's patience was somewhat tried before the big headlight came in view. She could not do such injustice to her silk dress and daisy-wreathed leghorn hat as to hop and skip, so she stood demurely with Zeke on the station platform, and as they waited he regarded her happy expectant face.
"Remember the day you got here, kid?" he asked.
"Yes. Isn't it a long time since you came and met me with Dick, and he just whirled us home!"
"Sure it is. And now you're glad to be leaving us."
"Well, you look in the glass and see for yourself."
Just then the train came along and Zeke swung the child up to the high step. The fact that she found a seat by the window added a ray to her shining eyes. Her companion took the place beside her.
"Yes," he went on, as the train started, "it's kind of hard on the rest of us to have you so tickled over the prospect."
"I'm only happy over father and mother," returned Jewel.
"Pretty nice folks, are they?"