"Funny," he said, "it is a wire for you, Miss Nora." Nora took the yellow slip and read: "Delayed by derailed freight.

Time of arrival uncertain.

Very sorry, Jane." "What do you think of this ?" cried Nora, carrying the telegram out to the car.

"Isn't it perfectly exasperating?
That takes off one of their nights." "Where is the accident ?" inquired Mrs.Waring-Gaunt.
"Just above Fairfield." "Fairfield! The poor things! Jump in and we will be there in no time.

It is not much further to Wolf Willow from Fairfield than from here.