"Isn't it train time yet?" asked Billie, as she had asked many times during the last fifteen minutes.
"Here," said Chet, handing over his watch, "take this and keep looking at it. My voice is getting hoarse saying 'no.'"
"But I don't see why we can't go down to the station anyway," argued Billie.
"Only that it's about a hundred times more comfortable to wait here."
"But we might miss the train," wailed Billie, and Chet jumped to his feet with a chuckle.
"Oh, come on," he cried. "We've missed the train several times according to you. In a minute you will almost have me worried."
"You're a dear old bear," said Billie, snuggling her arm into his as they set off.
"You certainly do have a way with you, Billie, that gets you what you want," he admitted, adding meaningly: "Besides, I'm thinking I'd better keep on the right side of you just now."
"Why?" asked Billie, puzzled.
"In case Aunt Beatrice left you something. You were her namesake, remember."