He scowled superciliously at the salesman who stepped forward and asked if he wanted anything.

"No, we don't, thank you," he said.
"What be you goin' to do ?" asked Gladys, again.

She looked at the soda-fountain.
"I don't see anything to do but to go home," said Wollaston.

"There is no sense in our chasing around New York any longer, that I can see." "You can't go home to-night, anyhow," Gladys said, quite calmly.
"They've took off that last train, and there ain't more'n ten minutes to git down to the station." Wollaston turned pale, and looked at her with horror.

"What makes you think they've taken off that last train ?" he demanded.
"Ain't my pa brakeman when he's sober, and he's been real sober for quite a spell now." Wollaston seized Maria by the arm.