Two o'clock
Some happy people were going home . A far cry it seemed from this dusty land to green Devonshire . I sat on the largest trunk and thought about it . Two o'clock , three , four -- the hours went past . I felt myself becoming exactly like a native , sitting with my hands folded , looking straight before me . If I had n't been so anxious I should n't have minded the waiting at all . Now and again I refreshed myself with a peep at the babu , just to assure myself that I was n't the only person left alive in the world .