It would take at least two hours to get through the Customs and out to Massapequa.

The judge and his wife sat on the porch counting the minutes and straining their ears to catch the first sound of the train from New York.
"I hope Stott broke the news to her gently," said the judge.
"I wish we had gone to meet her ourselves," sighed his wife.
The judge was silent and for a moment or two he puffed vigorously at his pipe, as was his habit when disturbed mentally.

Then he said: "I ought to have gone, Martha, but I was afraid.

I'm afraid to look my own daughter in the face and tell her that I am a disgraced man, that I am to be tried by the Senate for corruption, perhaps impeached and turned off the bench as if I were a criminal.

Shirley won't believe it, sometimes I can't believe it myself.