"All out here for--"
They could not catch the name.
"Isn't that where we're going?" laughed Kate.
"Of course it is," Ray responded.
They hastened out and looked about them for the train they had supposed would be in waiting. It was not yet in, however, but was showing its dark nose a mile or two down the track.
"I must see about our tickets," said Ray. "Perhaps we'll have to buy others."
Kate had been standing with her back to the ticket station window, but now she turned, and through the ticker-seller's window envisaged the pale, bitterly sullen face of Lena Vroom. It looked sunken and curiously alien, as if its possessor felt herself unfriended of all the world.
"Lena!" cried Kate, too startled to use tact or to wait for Lena to give the first sign of recognition.
Lena nodded coolly.
"Oh, is this where you are?" cried Kate. "We've looked everywhere for you."