I'll run down and tell you all about him to-morrow." "I hope you won't find you're taking home a frozen viper," said the Station Master, doubtfully.
"Oh, no," Mother said brightly, and she smiled; "I'm quite sure I'm not.

Why, he's a great man in his own country, writes books--beautiful books--I've read some of them; but I'll tell you all about it to-morrow." She spoke again in French to the Russian, and everyone could see the surprise and pleasure and gratitude in his eyes.

He got up and politely bowed to the Station Master, and offered his arm most ceremoniously to Mother.

She took it, but anybody could have seen that she was helping him along, and not he her.
"You girls run home and light a fire in the sitting-room," Mother said, "and Peter had better go for the Doctor." But it was Bobbie who went for the Doctor.
"I hate to tell you," she said breathlessly when she came upon him in his shirt sleeves, weeding his pansy-bed, "but Mother's got a very shabby Russian, and I'm sure he'll have to belong to your Club.

I'm certain he hasn't got any money.