number of people waiting on the platform to catch the train to Chicago, and there were several vehicles outside. They passed one which was a buggy, and Meg gave Robin a nudge with her elbow.
"Perhaps that belongs to our man," she said.
There were people enough before the office to give the ticket-agent plenty to do. Robin's heart quickened a little as he passed by with the group of maturer people, but no one seemed to observe him particularly, and he returned to Meg with the precious bits of pasteboard held very tight in his hand. Meg had waited alone in an unlighted corner, and when she saw him coming she came forward to meet him.
"Have you got them?" she said. "Did anyone look at you, or say anything?"
"Yes, I got them," Robin answered. "And I'll tell you what, Meg; these people are nearly all going just where we are going, and they are so busy thinking about it, and attending to themselves, that they haven't any time to watch anyone else. That's one good thing."
'And the nearer we get to Chicago," Meg said, "the more people there will be, and the more they will have to think of. And at that beautiful place, where there is so much to see, who will look at two
