“He’s awfully kind,” Esther agreed.
When the train drew into the little station at Enmore June looked at Esther with a sort of apprehension.
“It’s a most awful one-eyed hole, you know,” she said. “I do hope you won’t be bored to death. It won’t be so bad if Micky keeps his promise and comes down, but if he doesn’t....”
“Don’t you think he will?” Esther asked quickly.
“Oh, I dare say he will. I hope he will, I’m sure; somebody has got to amuse you while I go and see to my business.”
“I can amuse myself.”
June sniffed.
“Can you? Well, it’s more than I could when I used to stay down here. There’s only a church and a village inn and a handful of cottages. My aunt has by far the most distinguished-looking house in the village, and I dare say you won’t think much of that.”
They were on the platform now, and June eyed their two suit-cases ruefully.