wonder remained.
âOh, Elinor,â he was whispering, âI was so afraid you might not come, might not be able to come, I mean. That somebodyâd said you couldnât have the time, or something  . . .â
âNothing would have stopped me from coming,â she said firmly. âBut tell me, where are we going? Iâve to be back by six.â
âSix? My poor Cinderella.â He laughed, tucking her arm in his. âOh, but I wish you were Cinderella, and then youâd have till midnight. Where are we going? To the station; weâre catching a train.â
âA train? Why, Stephen, you know we havenât got time for train journeys!â
âWeâre only going to Colinton, takes fifteen minutes, or less. Thereâs country there and a nice place for tea, so letâs be quick and get the tram to Waverley.â
âIâve never been to Colinton,â she told him as they ran for a tram. âIs there really country there?â
âYou bet. Why, itâs a village. Not part of the city at all, though they say thatâll be coming.â
âIâd love to see it; love to see some real country.â As a tram rolled up and they took their seats, Elinorâs smile lit her face. âNearest I get to it is the square, but then I love that, too.â
âThisâll be different from the square, I promise you. It used to be our favourite day out, to go to Colinton, before my father died.â
âYouâve never told me about your father.â
âWeâve had so little chance to talk at all.â His eyes were serious. âBut today, I want to learn all about you.â
Her gaze fell. âNothing much to know about me, Stephen.â
âNow, why do people always say that?â He leaped up. âHere we are â hereâs Waverley. Letâs hope we donât have to wait too long for a train.â
They were in luck. As soon as Stephen had bought the tickets and theyâd found the platform, their little train came steaming in and they were aboard, Elinor as excited as though she was going to London at least, and Stephen indulgently smiling.
âDonât tell me you havenât been on a train before,â he murmured, as they took their seats in a compartment with only one other passenger, an elderly man reading a newspaper.
âOf course I have!â she cried. âWe did a trip from school to North Berwick, to see the sea.â
âNever went on holiday anywhere?â
She only looked at him, her brows raised, and he coloured a little.
âSorry, probably wasnât possible.â
âYouâre right. But thisâll be sort of a holiday, eh? Seeing somewhere new? And the country?â
âWish it could have been longer.â
âIâm lucky itâs happening at all.â
Certainly, their journey was short enough, for theyâd hardly settled into their seats when they were rising again, and a porter was calling out, âColinton!â
âWeâll take the lane away from the village,â Stephen told her on the windy little station platform. âI thought weâd walk a bit first, then come back to the teashop. What do you think?â
âOh, yes, I want to see some grass and trees. Cows as well!â
âWhen we came with my dad, we always went to the Dell, where you can see the Water of Leith and the weir, but there are always people there, and we want to be alone, donât we?â
He took her arm, guiding her away from the steep main street of the village towards a lane that wound away into open country, explaining that she would get her chance to see a cow or two in the fields, and horses, too: they would be passing a little farm very soon.
âA farm?â she cried, charmed. âOh, Stephen!â
It was all he could do to drag her away from the farm premises when they came to them, for she was exclaiming over the
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