She rallied herself; the color returned to her cheeks, and she said bravely to Mrs.Watson,-- "Now, if you and Phil will just sit down on that settee over there and make yourselves comfortable, I will find out about the trains for St.
Helen's, and where we had better go for the night." Mrs.Watson and Phil seated themselves accordingly, and Clover stood for a moment considering what she should do.

Outside was a wilderness of tracks up and down which trains were puffing, in obedience, doubtless, to some law understood by themselves, but which looked to the uninitiated like the direst confusion.

Inside the station the scene was equally confused.
Travellers just arrived and just going away were rushing in and out; porters and baggage-agents with their hands full hurried to and fro.

No one seemed at leisure to answer a question or even to listen to one.
Just then she caught sight of a shrewd, yet good-natured face looking at her from the window of the ticket-office; and without hesitation she went up to the enclosure.

It was the ticket-agent whose eye she had caught.