She had evidently noticed Uncle John's two nieces, for her eyes followed them as they marched up and down the platform and when Patsy looked up and nodded, a soft flush suffused her features and she bowed her head in return.
At the cry of "all aboard!" a scramble was made for the coaches and Beth and Patsy, re-entering their staterooms, found their Uncle and the Major still intent upon their interminable game of cribbage.
"Let's go back and talk to the girl," suggested Patsy.

"Somehow, the poor thing seems lonely, and her smile was more pathetic than cheerful." So they made their way through the long train to the tourist coach, and there found the girl they were seeking.

The surrounding seats were occupied by groups of passengers of rather coarse caliber, many being foreign laborers accompanied by their wives and children.

The air in the car was close and "stuffy" and the passengers seemed none too neat in their habits and appearance.

So the solitary girl appeared like a rose blooming in a barnyard and her two visitors were instantly sorry for her.