She looks to me dead beat," and she laid Jessie gently back, and went behind the counter and poured her out a basin of soup from some that was being kept hot there.

To Jessie, who had had no food since breakfast-time, the soup brought new life.

She took it all, and a large slice of bread with it, to the great satisfaction of her new friend, who watched delightedly the colour coming back to the poor little white face.
"Where do you want to get to, to-night ?" she asked, turning to Harry Lang.
"London." "Um! The next train that stops here doesn't come in till 10.15.
It is a long time for her to wait, and late for her to get home." "'Tisn't going to kill her," answered Jessie's father shortly.
"Everybody has got something to put up with sometimes.

She is lucky not to have to walk all the way." He hated to be asked questions, and grew cross at being obliged to answer them.
"It's my opinion she'd never reach the other end if she had to do that," said the woman curtly.

Then, turning to Jessie, she said gently, "If you lie back again, dear, maybe you'll be able to sleep, and that will rest you, and help to pass the time too." Jessie, only too glad to obey, and not to have to move her aching body again, nestled back on the hard cushions, and turning her face away from the light, shut her eyes, and soon was miles away from her present surroundings and her miseries, in a deep dreamless sleep, and she knew nothing more until she was wakened suddenly by a tremendous rumbling and shaking, puffing and roaring, close at hand, which made her start up in a terrible panic of alarm.
For a moment she did not realize where she was or what had happened; her brain was dazed, her eyes full of sleep.