7:30
We sat and smoked on a siding while two accommodations and a freight dashed past . I think we must have broken something , and had to tinker up our engine . The conductor was soothing , but uncommunicative . It was 7:30 when I descended , the only passenger , at our insignificant station in the pitch darkness and RAIN , without an umbrella , and wearing that precious new hat . No Turnfelt to meet me ; not even a station hack . To be sure , I had n't telegraphed the exact time of my arrival , but , still , I did feel rather neglected . I had sort of vaguely expected all ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN to be drawn up by the platform , scattering flowers and singing songs of welcome .