Even when, owing to a blockade at one of the street intersections, it became evident that they could not possibly make the three-fifteen train to Brimfield, Steve refused to be troubled.
"Maybe," he said, "we'll have time to walk around a bit and see something.

Say we do it, anyway, Tom ?" "No, sir, this place is too blamed big! First thing we'd know we'd be lost for fair and never would get to Brimfield.

When I get to that station I'm going to sit down and stay there!" When they did reach it the three-fifteen train had been gone nearly ten minutes, and inquiry at a window labelled "Information" elicited the announcement that the next train available for them would not leave until three-fifty-eight, since Brimfield, it seemed, was not a sufficiently important station to be served by all the trains.
"That gives us half an hour," said Steve eagerly.

"Let's check our bags somewhere and go out and look around." "Yes, and get lost! No, sir, not for mine!" "Oh, don't be such a scarecrow! Come on!" But Tom was obdurate.

"You go if you want to," he said, "but I'm going to sit down right here and wait.