It's a great comfort to have a gentleman to see to things for you." A gentleman! Poor Philly! Mr.Dayton now came back to them.

It was lucky that he knew the station and was used to the ways of railroads, for it appeared that Mrs.Watson had made no arrangements whatever for her journey, but had blindly devolved the care of herself and her belongings on her "young friends," as she called Clover and Phil.

She had no sleeping section secured and no tickets, and they had to be procured at the last moment and in such a scramble that the last of her parcels was handed on to the platform by a porter, at full run, after the train was in motion.

She was not at all flurried by the commotion, though others were, and blandly repeated that she knew from the beginning that all would be right as soon as Miss Carr and her brother arrived.
Mrs.Dayton had sent a courteous invitation to the old lady to come to Car Forty-seven for tea, but Mrs.Watson did not at all like being left alone meantime, and held fast to Clover when the others moved to go.
"I'm used to being a good deal looked after," she explained.

"All the family know my ways, and they never do let me be alone much.