“Especially the kind of taxicabs at the Milton station,” laughed Agnes. “Will Hal be on the same train?”
“He said he would,” Ruth answered.
“I wonder what he’s like.”
A little later Miss Hastings, followed by the devoted Hal, alighted, the youth burdened with Nally’s bag as well as his own.
“Oh, Nally! So glad to see you!”
“It seems an age since we said good-by! How are you?”
“Oh, perfectly fine!” All traces of Nalbro’s lisping had vanished.
“You look splendid.”
“Like a nectarine!” chimed in Neale.
“Oh, hello, Neale! I didn’t see you!” called Nally.