"'Half an hour until the next train,' said Uncle Fred, pleasantly.
"'Maybe there might be an extra,' said Miss Kathleen, and she led the way around to the regular ticket-office. A sleepy-looking agent was sitting at the window.
"'When will there be another train?' asked Miss Kathleen.
"'North or south, lady?' asked the man, yawning.
"'Why—why—' began Miss Kathleen, looking around at us uncertainly.
"Uncle Fred was studying the girders over his head.
"'To the city,' I whispered.
"'Why, yes, certainly, to the city, of course,' said Miss Kathleen.
"'Twenty-five minutes,' said the man.
"Miss Kathleen looked discouraged. 'Is there any other way to get down town?' she asked.
"'Cottage Grove cable, if you walk four or five blocks north,' pointing with his thumb.
"'But there are so many changes on that line,' complained Miss Kathleen.
