What were the men thinking of?
Why were they so neglectful of her interests?
She had always been an excellent customer, and had never overdrawn her account--never.

And now they were leaving her in the lurch.

However, she determined she would not submit.

She fumed in silence for yet another day, and then, at dinner in the evening, came out with a most unexpected declaration.
"Austin," she said suddenly, after a long pause, "I'm going to town to-morrow by the 10.27 train." Austin was peeling an apple, intent on seeing how long a strip he could pare off without breaking it.

"Won't it be very hot ?" he asked absently.
"Hot?
Well, perhaps it will," said Aunt Charlotte, rather nettled at his indifference.