He felt as though he would like to reward the driver.

It was the first time Livingstone had thought of a driver in many years.
Just as they drove up the door of the shop was being closed, and the little girl gave an exclamation of disappointment.
"Oh, we are too late!" she cried.
Livingstone felt his heart jump into his throat.

He sprang to the door and rapped.

There was no answer.

The light was evidently being turned off inside.