I know, on a day like this 'ere!"" and with that he kissed her, first on one cheek, and then on the other.
"You ain't offended, are you?" he asked anxiously. "I ain't took too great a liberty? On a day like this, you know—"
"No, no," said Bobbie, "of course it's not a liberty, dear Mr. Perks; we love you quite as much as if you were an uncle of ours—but—on a day like what?"
"Like this 'ere!" said Perks. "Don't I tell you I see it in the paper?"
"Saw what in the paper?" asked Bobbie, but already the 11.54 was steaming into the station and the Station Master was looking at all the places where Perks was not and ought to have been.
Bobbie was left standing alone, the Station Cat watching her from under the bench with friendly golden eyes.
Of course you know already exactly what was going to happen. Bobbie was not so clever. She had the vague confused expectant feeling that comes to one's heart in dreams. What her heart expected I can't tell,—perhaps the very thing that you and I know was going to happen,—but
