"Oh--you're right!" Why would she fidget so? "And I'm in a frightfully uncomfortable position. I simply must reach San Marco for luncheon at one. I must!" She clenched her small hands. "It's the most important luncheon of my life. What shall I do?" Mr. Minot glanced at his watch. "It is now twenty minutes of twelve," he said. "My advice to you is to order lunch on the train." "It was so foolish of me," cried the girl. "I ran up to Jacksonville in a friend's motor to do a little shopping. I should have known better. I'm always doing things like this." And she looked at Dick Minot accusingly, as though it were he who always put her up to them. "I'm awfully sorry, really," Minot said. He felt quite uncomfortable about it. "And can't you suggest anything?"--pleadingly, almost tearfully. "Not at this moment. I'll try, though. Look!" He pointed out the window. "That family of razor-backs has caught up with us four times already." "What abominable service," the girl cried. "But--aren't they cunning? The little ones, I mean." And she stood looking out with a wonderful tenderness in her eyes, which, considering the small creatures upon which it was lavished, was almost ludicrous. "Off again," cried Minot. And they were. The girl sat nervously on the edge of her seat, with the expression of one who meant to keep the train going by mental suggestion. Five cheerful minutes passed in rapid transit. And then--another abrupt stop. "Almost like a football game," said Minot blithely to the distressed lady across the aisle. "Third down--five yards to go. Oh, by jove, there's a town on my side." "Not a trace of a town on mine," she replied. "It's the dreariest, saddest town I ever saw," Minot remarked. "So of course its name is Sunbeam. And look--what do you see--there beside the station!" "An automobile!" the girl cried. "Well, an automobile's ancestor, at any rate," laughed Minot. "Vintage of 1905. Say--I have a suggestion now. If the chauffeur thinks he can get you--I mean, us--to San Marco by one o'clock, shall we--" But the girl was already on her way. "Come on!" Her eyes were bright with excitement. "We--oh, dear--the old train's started again." "No matter--I'll stop it!" Minot reached for the bell cord. "But do you dare--can't you be arrested?" "Too late--I've done it. Let me help you with those magazines. Quick! This way." On the platform they met an irate conductor, red and puffing. "Say--who stopped this train?" he bellowed. "I don't know--who usually stops it?" Minot replied, and he and the girl slid by the uniform to the safety of Sunbeam. The lean, lank, weary native who lolled beside the passé automobile was startled speechless for a moment by the sight of two such attractive visitors in his unattractive town. Then he remembered. "Want a taxi, mister?" he inquired. "Take you up to the Sunbeam House for a quarter apiece--" "Yes, we do want a taxi--" Minot began.