"Do let me come," she said. "I so seldom have any one to talk to."
They spoke of many things after that, and the time seemed to fly all too quickly.
"I have enjoyed my holiday very much," he said, as they stood on the platform waiting for the train. "May I give you my card? That is my address in Birmingham. Now, you made me a promise when we said good-bye last, and I want you to make me another promise now."
"What is it?" she asked.
"It is this; that if you are in any difficulty or trouble, if things don't go happily in any way, you will write to me or come to me. Will you promise?"
"Yes, I will."
"Thank you. Good-bye."
He jumped into the train as he said this, and she stood watching on the platform till it was out of sight.
[CHAPTER XIV]
THE OLD OAK CUPBOARD