ll come, Tom, do. There's going to be a cake with cherries and
nuts on it, and one with jam--and Faith would be so mis'rubble if you
didn't come."

"All right," Tom assented, with a lordly air, "I'll come, just to show
Audrey the picnic isn't hers, nor the moon neither. Don't worry."

The Vivians were to arrive soon after lunch, and not return until the
seven o'clock train in the evening.

"I suppose I had better go and meet them," said Audrey, at dinner-time,
"as they were my friends first."

"And as I have met them twice since then, I think I will go too," said Mr.
Carlyle, laughingly. "I have to be at one of the cottages near the
station this afternoon, so I will manage to be at the station by time
their train comes in."

"Then I shall have time to make Joan tidy, and change my frock before they
get here," said Faith quietly, as she helped the now quite recovered Joan
to spoon up her pudding. Tom and Debby did not speak, but they exchanged
glances which would have told a tale to anyone who had intercepted them;
and as soon as they were allowed to leave the table, they strolled in a
casual way to the back door, and through the yard. Then suddenly they
started as though they had been stung, and raced away as fast as their
legs would go.

"I wish I hadn't forgotten to take off my overall," panted Debby, as they
reached the station.

A little country station does not afford many good hiding places.
In common with most of its kind, Moor End had only the ticket office,
station master's office, and one bare little general waiting-room, the
door of which always stood invitingly open. For a second the pair stood
pondering deeply, then marched up boldly, and knocking in an airy fashion
at the station master's door, opened it hurriedly and marched in.

"We have come to have a little talk with you, Mr. Tripp," said Debby, with
her most insinuating smile. "It is such a long time since we saw you.
Tom, unfasten my overall at the back, please, and I will carry it over my
arm. It is very hot to-day," she added, by way of explanation to her
host.

"It is, missie, and you look hot too, Have you been running?"

"Ye-es--we did run a--a little."

"Ah! and not long had your dinner, I'll be bound. Running on one's dinner
is always hot work, and apt to cause a good bit of pain sometimes."

"We didn't run on it--we ran after it," said Debby, crushingly.

"Well, anyway, miss, you didn't have to run _for_ it," and the o