“You like Mr. Pierce, don’t you, Mart?” asked Nancy.
“Yes, I do sometimes——”
“And other times?” prompted Jeanette.
“I don’t like him a bit! He’s awfully stern, and so dictatorial when he wants to be; and——”
“You’re not used to it,” concluded Nancy, laughing.
“No; and I’m not sure I could ever get used to it, either; or that I want to.”
“Albany!” called the porter. “Stop of forty minutes.”
“Let’s get off,” proposed Martha. “It will be a long wait on the train.”
“If we can keep Nan right between us all the time, I will,” said Jeanette; “but I refuse to let her out of my sight.”
“I want a soda,” decided Martha, as they strolled along the platform with the other passengers. “There’s plenty of time.”