"What is the matter?" she asked.
Her sister answered from the depths of her closet:
"I am going to town unexpectedly, and you are just the girl I want to see, Jeanie, for I have a lot of things to say to you before I leave."
"Where are you going to stay?"
"With Lillian."
Jean's face fell, and she spoke coldly.
"What train do you take?"
"The twelve forty-five, and I haven't a moment to spare. It must be noon now."
"It is. The village clock struck as I came in."
"Oh, dear! Put those things in the valise, Jean, won't you, while I hunt for my hat and gloves. The carriage will be at the door in five minutes."