Anne did not pass the Lovely Shop; she turned and went in, and bought ten yards of silk with the money that she had meant to spend—and the money she had meant to save!
And she missed the train!
Beulah was waiting for her as she came in breathless. "There isn't another train for two hours," she complained.
Anne sank down on a bench. "I am sorry, Beulah. I didn't know it was so late."
"We'll have to get supper in the station," Beulah said, "and I have spent all my money."
"Oh, and I've spent mine." Anne reflected that if she had not bought the silk she could have paid for Beulah's supper. But she was glad that she had bought it, and that she had it under her arm in a neat package.
She dug into her slim purse and produced a dime. "Never mind, Beulah, we can buy some chocolates."
But they were not destined for such meager fare. Rushing into the station came Geoffrey Fox. As he saw the clock he stopped with the air of a man baffled by fate.
Anne moving toward him across the intervening space saw his face change.
"By all that's wonderful," he said, "how did this happen?"