children? I don't believe we shall have any trouble at all."
It really did not seem likely that they would, but it happened by a curious coincidence that within a very few minutes they saw somebody looking at them.
The train was not due for ten minutes, and there were a few people who, being too restless to sit in the waiting-rooms, walked up and down on the platform. Most of these were men, and there were two men who walked farther than the others did, and so neared the place where Robin and Meg stood in the shadow. One was a young man, and seemed to be listening to instructions his companion, who was older, was giving him in a rapid, abrupt sort of voice. This companion, who might have been his employer, was a man of middle age. He was robust of figure, and had a clean-cut face, with a certain effect of strong good looks. It was perhaps rather a hard face, but it was a face one would look at more than once; and he too, oddly enough, had a square jaw and straight black brows. But it was his voice which first attracted Robin and Meg as he neared them, talking.
"It's the man in the buggy," whispered Robin. "Don't you know his voice again?" And they watched him with deep interest.
