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"Oh, dear," groaned Lucy Rose. Aunt Cyrilla looked at her basket complacently. "At any rate, we won't starve," she said. OH DEAR GROANED LUCY ROSE AUNT CYRIL LOOKED AT HER BASKET COMPLACENTLY AT ANY RATE WE WON'T STARVE SHE SAID
ing--got up too early to catch the train, maybe; and that young chap must be one of the boys not long out of the hospital. That woman's children look as if they hadn'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 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. CONTENTED AND CROSS AT SOMETHING GOT UP TOO EARLY TO CATCH THE TRAIN MAYBE AND THAT YOUNG CHAP MUST BE ONE OF THE BOYS NOT LONG OUT OF THE HOSPITAL THAT WOMAN'S CHILDREN LOOKS AS IF THEY HADN'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
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