"When does your train go?" asked Phil.
"I ain't just certain," replied Eliza evasively. "I'll get there in good season."
"I'm sure you will." Phil's eyes looked very kind. "How did you happen to take a night train?"
"Well, I didn't know as Mrs. Wright would want me to travel on Sunday."
"Isn't it Sunday in the afternoon?"
"Not after six o'clock," replied Eliza hastily. "We could play dominoes after six o'clock when I was a youngster."
"Aha," said Phil. "Then that train doesn't go till after six. It isn't yet three."
"Now, Mr. Sidney,"—Eliza was frowning at her own blunder,—"I wish you wouldn't trouble yourself. The station's nice and warm. I expect Pluto'll act like all possessed, but I didn't calc'late to have any comfort with him. I'd been practisin' with him in the basket before you came to-day."
Eliza's careworn brow went to her visitor's heart.