“Here are sandwiches and coffee to start with,” he said, presently coming back.
“Thank you—I am so glad Selina didn’t have a sit-down luncheon. This is much nicer.”
“Isn’t it! You see, she didn’t want speeches. On an occasion like this, the Mayor would be so apt to get wound up that he would keep us here till midnight.”
Berty laughed. “And they would have lost their train.”
“There isn’t going to be any train,” said Tom, mysteriously.
“Aren’t they going to New York?”
“No.”
“To Canada?”
“No.”