"My word, don't it shine?
Seems to scorch one up." "There's the 7.12 luggage train signalled, Jim!" exclaimed the other.
The men forgot the strange girl and returned to their duties.
Meanwhile, she sat back in her cab, and gazed complacently about her.
She knew the scene through which she was passing--she had looked on it before.

Very travel-stained and weary she had been then; very fresh and keen, and all alive she felt now.
She threw open the windows of the close cab, and took a long breath of the delicious sea air.

It was a hot evening towards the middle of July, but a slight breeze rippled the little waves in the harbor, and then travelled up and up until it reached the girl in the dusty cab.
The Northburians were most of them out on the water.

No one who knew anything of the ways of Northbury expected to see the good folk in the streets on an evening like this.

No, the water was their highway, the water was their pleasure-scene.