“Yes; they won’t mind. They’re used to my vagaries. It’s awfully good of you.”
At noon came Banneker to see Miss Welland. Instead he found a curiously reticent Miss Van Arsdale. Miss Welland was not feeling well and could not be seen.
“Not her head again, is it?” asked Banneker, alarmed.
“More nerves, though the head injury probably contributed.”
“Oughtn’t I to get a doctor?”
“No. All that she needs is rest.”
“She left the station yesterday without a word.”
“Yes,” replied the non-committal Miss Van Arsdale.
“I came over to tell her that there isn’t a thing to be had going west. Not even an upper. There was an east-bound in this morning. But the schedule isn’t even a skeleton yet.”
“Probably she won’t be going for several days yet,” said Miss Van Arsdale, and was by no means reassured by the unconscious brightness which illumined Banneker’s face. “When she goes it will be east. She’s changed her plans.”