"Marsh ought to be here—can't think why she isn't. She was tearing about like mad so as to get off in time," said Miss Plumtree.
"That girl will come into heaven late," Miss Henderson prophesied, and looked gratified when her neighbour emitted a faint, shocked exclamation.
"Give her my love if she's too late, and say I'm so very sorry," said Grace.
"You'll be off in a minute now."
"Mind you come back next month all right. We'll come down and meet you."
"I should like that so much. I shall look out on this very platform for you all."
"Oh, Gracie! shall we any of us ever see this awful platform without thinking of those troop-trains and the ghastly weight of the trays?"
"Never!" said Grace with entire conviction.
"There's the whistle—you're off now."
"And here's Marsh—she'll just do it. Look at her!"