Two men in wide brimmed hats and blue overalls were loading freight on a motor truck, but she did not know either of them. Otherwise the platform was deserted.
“It’s queer there’s no one here to meet me,” thought Connie. “Perhaps I didn’t send my wire in time for it to reach the ranch.”
After hesitating a moment, the girl picked up her heavy suitcases and carried them into the unswept little station. She walked over to the ticket window where the agent was busy with a report.
“Hello, Andy!” said Connie.
The agent looked up and stared. Then light broke over his face.
“Well, if it ain’t Connie Carl! I’m sure glad to see you back.”
“I’m glad to get back home too, Andy. It seems as if I’ve been gone half my life.”
“Let’s see, how long has it been?”
“Three years—three long years.”
“So they educated you, did they, Connie?”