While they waited; the train for Buffalo drew in, and they remained watching it till it started.

In the last car that passed them, when it was fairly under way, a face looked full at Isabel from one of the windows.

In that moment of astonishment she forgot to observe whether it was sad or glad; she only saw, or believed she saw, the light of recognition dawn into its eyes, and then it was gone.
"Basil!" she cried, "stop the train! That was Kitty Ellison!" "Oh no, it wasn't," said Basil, easily.

"It looked like her; but it looked at least ten years older." "Why, of course it was! We're all ten years older," returned his wife in such indignation at his stupidity that she neglected to insist upon his stopping the train, which was rapidly diminishing in the perspective.
He declared it was only a fancied resemblance; she contended that this was in the neighborhood of Eriecreek, and it must be Kitty; and thus one of their most inveterate disagreements began.
Their own train drew into the depot, and they disputed upon the fact in question till they entered on the passage of the Suspension Bridge.

Then Basil rose and called the children to his side.