“Who, Nora?” said Larry. “Jane?”
“Yes, Jane and her father. She says, 'We mean to stay two or three days, if you can have us, on our way to Banff.'”
“Hurrah! Good old Jane! What train did you say?” cried Larry.
“Sixteen-forty-five to-morrow at Melville Station.”
“'We'll have one trunk and two boxes, so you will need some sort of rig, I am afraid. I hope this will not be too much trouble.'”
“Isn't that just like Jane?” said Larry. “I bet you she gives the size of the trunk, doesn't she, Nora?”
“A steamer trunk and pretty heavy, she says.”
“Same old girl. Does she give you the colour?” inquired Larry. “Like an old maid, she is.”
“Nonsense,” said Nora, closing up her letter. “Oh, it's splendid. Let's see, it is eight years since we saw her.”
“Just about fifteen months since I saw her,” said Larry.