“Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.”

“Oh!” said Darcy blankly.

“And yah get to a Hundred’n-Tenth in time to hear that clock strike 5.”

“What! Walk? Nearly three miles in forty minutes?”

“No,” said Mr. Dunne thoughtfully.

“Then, how—”

“Yah’d better run part way, or yah won’t make it on time.”

“You want to kill me!” declared the petulant and self-pitying Darcy.

“Grmph!” said Mr. Dunne.

“Suppose it rains?” put forth Darcy desperately.