Is it here?
Is it ready ?" Seeing from the man's face, as she had already seen from the empty tracks, that no such train was in readiness, she ran at one of the puffing and strutting children whose muffler was loose, and tied it up again.

Then, struck by another thought, she returned to the impassive man whom she had before addressed.
"This is really the _actual_ dawn, I suppose ?" she asked, with an air of importance.

"I have read that in some countries there is what is called a 'false dawn' that comes before the real one, you know." Compelled now to speak, the man, who was a New Englander, took a small stick from between his teeth and said: "As far as I know, marm, this morning is genuine." "Oh really"-- with abatement of interest in her tone--"I thought perhaps there might be that sort of thing in Canada, you know--we certainly read of Northern Lights.

Very strange that our train isn't here!" The Yankee took the trouble to reply again, hardly moving a muscle of his face.

"Keep a good heart, marm; it may come along yet, a-ridin' on these same Northern Lights." "Riding on--?
I beg your pardon--on what, did you say ?" she asked eagerly.
At this the grey-eyed girl who had been frightened in the night plucked her by the sleeve and pulled her away.