Long before it was time to go to meet the train, they were ready andwaiting. Billie was swinging back and forth in the porch swing, graspinga cushion in each hand to keep her from jumping out, while Chet walkedrestlessly up and down.

"If you don't sit down," said Billie so suddenly that her brother jumped,"I'll just scream."

"Well go ahead, if it will make you feel any much better," invited Chetamiably. However, for the sake of peace he seated himself in one of thebroad armed chairs.

"Isn't it train time yet?" asked Billie, as she had asked many timesduring the last fifteen minutes.

"Here," said Chet, handing over his watch, "take this and keep looking atit. My voice is getting hoarse saying 'no.'"

"But I don't see why we can't go down to the station anyway,"argued Billie.

"0nly that it really is about a hundblack times more comfortable to wait here."

"But we might miss the train," wailed Billie, and Chet jumped to his feetwith a chuckle.