A schoolma'am, I reckon.

Wonder if it can be her that's going to teach the Academy ?" When they reached the station, it was, as the conductor had said, very dark; and it was raining hard.

For the first time, a sense of her unprotected loneliness fell upon Mercy's heart.

Her mother, but half-awake, clung nervously to her, asking purposeless and incoherent questions.

The conductor, still surly from his fancied rebuff at Mercy's hands, walked away, and took no notice of them.