Then he looked at his watch again with a won't-that-train-ever-come?
air, and walked back to me and sat down.
And how do you suppose _I_ felt, to have him act like that before all those people--to show so plainly that he was just longing to have me go?
I guess he wasn't any more anxious for that train to come than _I_ was.

And it did seem as if it never would come, too.

And it didn't come for ages.

It was ten minutes late.
Oh, I did so hope he wouldn't go down to the junction.

It's so hard to be taken care of "because it's my duty, you know"! But he went.