My eyes fell on the unmistakable broad back and the muscular legs in cycling stockings of little Fyne.

He passed along the carriages rapidly towards the rear of the train, which presently pulled out and left him solitary at the end of the rustic platform.

When he came back to where I waited I perceived that he was much perturbed, so perturbed as to forget the convention of the usual greetings.

He only exclaimed Oh! on recognizing me, and stopped irresolute.

When I asked him if he had been expecting somebody by that train he didn't seem to know.