A PLACID RUNAWAY 5 



book clubs and Japanese clubs and such 

 things. You said last night &quot; 



&quot;I ll tell them I m called out of town too. 

 I am called we re both called, you know 

 we are. And we ve got to go.&quot; 



&quot;Really, my dear, you know I want to, 

 but 5 



&quot;No use! It s a runaway. Get the time 

 table and see which is the first train to any 

 where to nowhere who cares where!&quot; 



Jonathan went, protesting. I let him pro 

 test. A man should have some privileges, 



We took the first train. It was a local, of 

 course, and it trundled jerkily along one of 

 the little rivers we knew. When the conduc 

 tor came to us, Jonathan showed him our 

 mileage book. &quot;Where to?&quot; he asked me 

 chanically, but stiffened to attention when 

 Jonathan said placidly, &quot;I don t know yet. 

 Where are we going, my dear?&quot; 



&quot; I had n t thought,&quot; I said; &quot;let s see the 

 places on the map.&quot; 



&quot;Well, conductor,&quot; said Jonathan, &quot;take 

 off for three stations, and if we don t get off 

 then, you ll find us here when you come 

 around, and then you can take off some more.&quot; 



