And then the train sped away again, with that passionless indifference to human sympathies or curiosity peculiar to express trains; the one baggage truck was wheeled into the station again; the station door was locked; and the stationmaster went home.
The locomotive whistle, however, awakened the guilty consciousness of three young ladies of the Crammer Institute, who were even then surreptitiously regaling themselves in the bakeshop and confectionery saloon of Mistress Phillips in a by-lane.

For even the admirable regulations of the Institute failed to entirely develop the physical and moral natures of its pupils.

They conformed to the excellent dietary rules in public, and in private drew upon the luxurious rations of their village caterer.

They attended church with exemplary formality, and flirted informally during service with the village beaux.

They received the best and most judicious instruction during school hours, and devoured the trashiest novels during recess.