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 "No, thanks, but I'm going to smoke if I may."

She nodded and watched him fill his pipe and light it. Then he returned the dishes to the box and shoved it under the bench. Prue looked at her watch.

"Why, it's almost seven!" she exclaimed. "Isn't that nice?"

"Is it?" he asked, his face falling.

"Isn't it? There's only two hours longer to wait. That is, if the train is on time. But I suppose that is too much to hope for."

"Probably," he said.

"When does your train go?" she asked interestedly.

"About eight in the morning."

"What? You don't mean that you are going to stay here all night? Isn't there one before that?"

"Well, yes, there's one along in about thirty minutes, but I'm going to see you off before I leave."

"Oh, but you mustn't! Why, you'd have to stay here for hours and hours!"