You see, our train was late, and we had to wait for it; and there was where he told me.
He had come all the way down there with me, just as he had before.

But he hadn't acted the same at all.

He didn't fidget this time, nor walk over to look at maps and time-tables, nor flip out his watch every other minute with such a bored air that everybody knew he was seeing me off just as a duty.

And he didn't ask if I was warmly clad, and had I left anything, either.

He just sat and talked to me, and he asked me had I been a little happier there with him this year than last; and he said he hoped I had.
And I told him, of course, I had; that it had been perfectly beautiful there, even if there had been such a mix-up of him getting ready for Marie, and Mother sending Mary.