“I was going to suggest,” she said frostily, “that you shovelled the snow away from the front steps!”
“Splendid!” said Jill. “Oh, but I forgot. I want to go to the village first.”
“There will be plenty of time to do it when you get back.”
“All right. I’ll do it when I get back.”
It was a quarter of an hour’s walk to the village. Jill stopped at the post-office.
“Could you tell me,” she asked, “when the next train is to New York?”
“There’s one at ten-ten,” said the woman, behind the window. “You’ll have to hurry.”
“I’ll hurry!” said Jill.