He was in great distress himself about Tommy, but he kept a courageous face for her, and his last words flung in at the carriage window were, "Now dinna be down-hearted; I'm nain down-hearted mysel', for we're very sure he'll find a wy." And Grizel smiled and nodded, and the train turned the bend that shuts out the little town of Thrums.

The town vanishes quickly, but the quarry we howked it out of stands grim and red, watching the train for many a mile.
Of Grizel's journey to London there are no particulars to tell.

She was wearing her brown jacket and fur cap because Tommy had liked them, and she sat straight and stiff all the way.

She had never been in a train since she was a baby, except two or three times to Tilliedrum, and she thought this was the right way to sit.

Always, when the train stopped, which was at long intervals, she put her head out at the window and asked if this was the train to London.