"I wish you were," Sally answered. "Oh, I do wish you were, Henrietta. Good-bye."
For Henrietta had come to the end of the platform and had stopped. The train was going almost too fast for her anyway.
"You'd better come inside, Sally." And Fox drew her inside and shut the door.
Doctor Galen met the little party upon its arrival in the city. There was nearly an hour before their train left for New York, and the doctor suggested that they all have lunch together in the station. Sally started to protest, for did they not have a package containing cold chicken, hard-boiled eggs, and bread-and-butter? But the doctor observed that he had never yet seen the time when a cold lunch did not come in handy, and they might find use for it later; and, besides, he had the lunch ordered and a table reserved. A feeling almost of cheerfulness stole over Sally's spirits; and when, lunch over, they were parting from the doctor at the steps of the car, Sally looked up at him somewhat wistfully. He interpreted her look rightly, and bent down.
"Would you, Sally?" he asked. "And one for Mrs. Galen, too. Remember, we haven't any children of our own."
At that, Sally threw her arms around his neck and gave him two for himself and two for Mrs. Galen. The doctor straightened again.
"Bless you, Sally!" he said softly. "I wish you belonged to us. Don't forget your promise."