Then the conversation became general, and all too soon the half hour was at an end. My father sent his regards to Mrs. Canby, with many thanks for the basket of delicacies, and then with a kiss for Kate and a shake of the hand to Uncle Enos and me, we parted.
Little was said on the way back. No one cared to go to a restaurant, and we took the first train homeward.
It was dark when we reached Newville. The Widow Canby's carriage was at the depot waiting for us.
"Suppose I get my ticket for Chicago now," said I. "It will save time Monday, and I can find out all about the train."
"A good idea," returned my uncle. "I'll go with you."
So while Kate joined Mrs. Canby we entered the depot.
The ticket was soon in my possession, and then I asked the ticket seller a number of questions concerning the route and the time I would reach my destination.
Suddenly instinct prompted me to turn quickly. I did so and found John Stumpy at my shoulder.