"Are you going to kiss me good-bye, Rita, when the train departs?" inquired Sam, anxiously.
"Certainly; I kissed Gladys good-bye—"
"Before all this waiting room full of people?" persisted Sam. "Are you?"
"Why I'll do it now if you like, Sammy dear."
"They'll take you for my sister," said Sam, disgusted.
"Or your nurse; John, what is that man bellowing through the megaphone?"
"Our train," said Burleson, picking up the satchels. He dropped them again to shake the hands that were offered:
"Good-bye, John, dear old fellow! You'll get all over this thing in a jiffy out there You'll be back in no time at all! Don't worry, and get well!"
He smiled confidently and shook all their hands Rita's pretty face was pale; she let Ogilvy kiss her cheek, shook hands with Annan, and then, turning to Neville, put both hands on his shoulders and kissed him on the mouth.
"Give her her chance, Kelly," she whispered … "And it shall be rendered unto you seven-fold."