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The khaki boy said, "Just my luck," and two of the children began to cry. Aunt Cyrilla took some apples and striped candy sticks from her basket and carried them to them. She lifted the oldest into her ample lap and soon had them all around her, laughing and contented. THE KHAKI BOY SAID JUST MY LUCK AND TWO OF THE CHILDREN BEGAN TO CRY AUNT SYLLA TOOK SOME APPLES AND SOME STRIPED CANDY STICKS FROM HER BASKET AND CARRIED THEM TO THEM SHE LIFTED THE OLDEST INTO HER AMPLE LAP AND SOON HAD THEM ALL AROUND HER LAUGHING AND CONTENTED
rn; and if that girl across from me has a mother, I'd like to know what the woman means, letting her daughter go from home in this weather in clothes like that." Lucy Rose merely wondered uncomfortably what the others thought of Aunt Cyrilla's basket. They expected to reach Pembroke that night, but as the day wore on the storm grew worse. Twice the train had to stop while the train hands dug it out. The third time it could not go on. It was dusk when the conductor came through the train, replying brusquely to the questions of the anxious passengers. "A nice lookout for Christmas--no, impossible to go on or back--track blocked for miles--what's that, madam?--no, no station near--woods for miles. We're here for the night. These storms of late have played the mischief with everything." "Oh, dear," groaned Lucy Rose. Aunt Cyrilla looked at her basket complacently. "At any rate, we won't starve," she said. The pale, pretty girl seemed indifferent. The sealskin lady looked crosser than ever. 'T ENJOYED A SQUARE MEAL SINCE THEY WERE BORN AND IF THAT GIRL ACROSS FROM ME HAS A MOTHER I'D LIKE TO KNOW WHAT THE WOMAN MEANS LETTING HER DAUGHTER GO FROM HOME IN THIS WEATHER IN CLOTHES LIKE THAT LUCY ROSE MERELY WONDERED UNCOMFORTABLY WHAT THE OTHERS THOUGHT OF AUNT SERILLA'S BASKET THEY EXPECTED TO REACH PEMBROKE THAT NIGHT BUT AS THE DAY WORE ON THE STORM GREW WORSE TWICE THE TRAIN HAD TO STOP WHILE THE TRAIN HANDS DUG IT OUT THE THIRD TIME IT COULD NOT GO ON IT WAS DUSK WHEN THE CONDUCTOR CAME THROUGH THE TRAIN REPLYING BRUSQUELY TO THE QUESTIONS OF THE ANXIOUS PASSENGERS A NICE LOOK OUT FOR CHRISTMAS NO IMPOSSIBLE TO GO ON OR BACK TRACK BLOCKED FOR MILES WHAT'S THAT MADAM NO NO STATION NEAR WOOD FOR MILES WE'RE HERE FOR THE NIGHT THESE STORMS OF LATE HAD PLAYED THE MISCHIEF WITH EVERYTHING OH DEAR GROANED LUCY ROSE AUNT CYRIL LOOKED AT HER BASKET COMPLACENTLY AT ANY RATE WE WON'T STARVE SHE SAID THE PALE PRETTY GIRL SEEMED INDIFFERENT THE SEALSKIN LADY LOOKED CROSSER THAN EVER
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