The Story of a Whim
“Lets walk up and down the platform, girls. Why doesn't that train come?" "I'm going in to see if the agent knows anything about it," said one with determined mouth and big brown eyes.
They waited shivering in a group until she returned, five girls just entering womanhood. They were part of a small house-party, spending Thanksgiving week at the old stone house on the hill above the station, and they had come down to meet another girl who was expected on the train.
"He says the train is h...alf an hour late," said Hazel Winship, the hostess, coming down the stone steps of the station.
"What shall we do? There is not time to make it worthwhile to go back to the house. Shall we go inside, or walk?" "O, walk by all means," said Victoria Landis. "It is so stuffy and hot in there I feel as if I was a turkey half-roasted now from the little time we stayed there." "Let us walk up this long platform to that freight-house and see the men unload that car," proposed Esther Wakefield.MoreLess
They waited shivering in a group until she returned, five girls just entering womanhood. They were part of a small house-party, spending Thanksgiving week at the old stone house on the hill above the station, and they had come down to meet another girl who was expected on the train.
"He says the train is h...alf an hour late," said Hazel Winship, the hostess, coming down the stone steps of the station.
"What shall we do? There is not time to make it worthwhile to go back to the house. Shall we go inside, or walk?" "O, walk by all means," said Victoria Landis. "It is so stuffy and hot in there I feel as if I was a turkey half-roasted now from the little time we stayed there." "Let us walk up this long platform to that freight-house and see the men unload that car," proposed Esther Wakefield.MoreLess
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