The three children could scarcely go into the waiting-room for fear of being sent away, and for fear something should happen whilst they were off the platform.

Still they waited in the dark and cold.
"It's an hour an' a half late," said Arthur pathetically.
"Well," said Annie, "it's Christmas Eve." They all grew silent.

He wasn't coming.

They looked down the darkness of the railway.

There was London! It seemed the utter-most of distance.
They thought anything might happen if one came from London.