His mother and Ham and Miranda and the girls seemed to be all made up of "good-bye" that morning.
"Mother," said Dab.
"What is it, my dear boy?"
"That's it exactly. If you say 'dear boy' again, Ham Morris'll have to carry me to the cars. I'm all kind o' wilted now."
Then they all laughed, and before they got through laughing, they all cried except Ham.
He put his hands in his pockets and drew a long whistle.
The ponies were at the door now. The light wagon had three seats in it, but when Dab's trunk was in, there was only room left for the ladies; Ham and Dab had to walk to the station.
It was a short walk, however, and a silent one, but as they came in sight of the platform, Dab exclaimed:
"There they are, all of them!"
"The whole party?"