It was no longer raining, and a watery moon showed through a haze.
They dawdled as soon as they were out of the crowd, with linked arms and clasped hands.
“Swear you’ll write to me, Elsie.”
“All right.”
“Lordy, to think of all we might have done together these three months I’ve been here, and I’ve never had more than a word with you here and there!”
“I was at school all the time, till last week.”
“You aren’t going back to school again?”
“No, that’s over, praise be! I’m supposed to be taking up typing and shorthand, some time, though there’s plenty for two of us to do at home, I should have said.”
The faint reverberations of a church clock striking came to them.
“Goodness, that’s never eleven o’clock striking! Well, you will get me into a row and no mistake!”