The summer train is not on yet, and you have to change three times on the way--with all the children--luggage, too.

And there are their naps, and all their meals.

You don't arrive till late at night.

No," she decided firmly, "Bruce will simply have to go." She drew a breath of discomfort.
"You go and talk to him," she said.
"I will, my dear." Roger looked at his daughter in deep concern.

Awkwardly his heavy hand touched her small plump shoulder, and he felt the constant quivering there.