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I _am_ sleepy, though." "Let me be call-boy," he suggested.

"Where do you want to get out ?" "At Craiford Junction.

That's the station for Crailing, where I'm going.
Do you know it at all?
It's a tiny village in Devonshire; my guardian is the Rector there." "Crailing ?" An odd expression crossed his face and he hesitated a moment.

At last, apparently coming to a decision of some kind, he said: "Then I must wake you up when I go, as I'm getting out before that." "Can I trust you ?" she asked sleepily.
"Surely." She had curled herself up on the seat with her feet stretched out in front of her, one narrow foot resting lightly on the instep of the other, and she looked up at him speculatively from between the double fringe of her short black lashes.
"Yes, I believe I can," she acquiesced, with a little smile.
He tucked his travelling rug deftly round her, and, pulling on his overcoat, went hack to his former corner, where he picked up the neglected writing-pad and began scribbling in a rather desultory fashion.
Very soon her even breathing told him that she slept, and he laid aside the pad and sat quietly watching her.