"Indeed?" replied Helen, and with a deep drawn sigh she placed her bundle on the rack.
"Helen wont you eat your supper," asked Cyril "it is nearly nine o'clock, you must be hungry.
"Very well" replied Helen and she opened her bag.
"What have you got?" asked Cyril eargerly.
"Only a small pot of calf's foot jelly" answered Helen.
"Oh" said Cyril in a dissopointed tone, "why you ought to have had fruit and cold fowl."
"Dont speak to me of cold fowls" cried Helen in disgust and having finished her jelly she sank into repose.
The train was an express and reached Kenalham a little before 10-30.
Helen burst into tears as she stepped on to the platform. "Oh how sad, how sad" she moaned.
The dog cart was waiting for them and Cyril jumped quickly in, helping Helen as he did so.