byOld Mrs. Twining was telling a story about imported marmalade for the third time that evening when Martha glanced at her watch.
“Oh, my goodness!” she exclaimed, “I really must be off! If I don’t hurry, I’ll miss the last bus!”
Assuring her elderly hostess that she had had a most enjoyable evening, she wriggled into her coat, scurried into the vestibule and was soon off the veranda steps and down the garden walk.
Mrs. Twining was an old dear—but she was tedious at times, Martha thought as she swung open the gate and stepped onto the sidewalk. Goodness! Here it was almost midnight and Mrs. Twining was going on about marmalade for the third time! Lucky she’d looked at her watch.
wasShe had rushed out in such a hurry, she was well down the walk before she noticed the fog. Rising from th
