"I _won't_ be weak and
f-foolish," she was saying, over and over, to herself. "I won't, I won't,
I won't!"
Then the car came to a standstill beside the platform and the girls sat
looking at each other, not quite sure what to do next.
"Do you think it would be all right to stay here?" asked Mollie
uncertainly. "Of course we could get out when the boys came."
"It's a little conspicuous, don't you think?" suggested Amy mildly.
"Yes, it looks as if we had come to see a parade or something," Grace
agreed.
There was a great deal of luggage and many boxes piled at one end of the
station and it was upon these that Betty's eyes, roaming in search of some
sheltered spot, finally focused.
"We could slip in behind those packing cases and things," she suggested;
"and then we could see without being too much seen ourselves."
"Then the boys might not see us," protested Mollie, clenching her teeth
over her trembling lip. "We don't want them to think we weren't here to
say g-good-bye."
"Well, they'll see the car, won't they?" Betty argued, a little
impatiently, for even her sweet temper was beginning to give way under the
strain. "They'll know by that that we're here and then if they miss us,
they deserve to--that's all."
"Well, I suppose we'll have to take a chance," said Molly, almost crossly,
as she jumped out after Betty. "I only wish it was all over. The waiting
is getting on my nerves.
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