last cold night , Margret hurried down the street and got out .
she traveled in the train alone but the it was strange that neither conductor nor porter had came to help her off the train
it was her next station but she heard voices up perhaps something was wrong. the ground was rough where she stood , and there seemed no sigh of a platform.
she tried hard to look into darkness. a sudden feeling of isolation took possession of her. she ought not to have got out until someone came to help her.yet if the train started before she found conductor, she might be carried on somewhere. there weren't any buildings.She was standing near cars to see over.
she was frightened. she would get back to the train , no matter what the consequences.
the horror of being deserted helped the girl to rise. she lifted imploring hands to the unresponsive cars as they hurried by her, unconscious of her need.