Altogether it was a most trying morning. She
was ready to meet the train exactly two hours and a half before it was
due, and she combed David's hair three times, and whenever she couldn't
sit still another minute she got up and dusted the railing around the
porch, brushed off his lounging jacket, and rearranged the roses in the
vase on his table.
"David, I honestly believe I was homesick. I didn't know it before. I
got along all right before I knew she was coming, but now I want to
jump up and down and shout. Why on earth didn't she take an earlier
train and save me this agony?"
At last, in self-defense, David insisted that she should start, and,
too impatient to wait for cars and to endure their stopping at every
corner, she walked the two miles to the station, arriving breathless,
perspiring and flushed. Even then she was thirty minutes ahead of
time, but finally the announcer called the train, and Carol stationed
herself at the exit close to the gate to watch the long line of
travelers coming up from the subway. No one noticed the slender woman
standing so motionless in the front of the waiting line, but the angels
in Heaven must have marked the tumult throbbing in her heart, and the
happiness stinging in her bright eyes.
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