The crowd pushed toward the door, carrying the startled child with them as they surged down the aisle, and all at once--as she stepped off the train--she found herself in the depths of her dreaded jungle.

It was so confusing she did not know which way to turn.

The roar and clang of a great city smote on her ears as she stood in the big Union depot, helpless, bewildered, and as lost as a stray kitten in the midst of that noisy, pushing crowd.

Sharp elbows jostled her this way and that; strange faces streamed past her by thousands, it seemed.

How could anybody find anybody else in such a whirlpool of people?
Hunting for a needle in a haystack seemed nothing in comparison to finding her godmother in such a crowd.
Betty stood looking around her helplessly in the middle of the overpowering din of whistles and bells and the thunder of wheels on the cobblestones outside.