The voices of the guard and ticket-collector in agitated conference sounded just below and Nan thrust her head out of the window.
"Why are we stopping ?" she asked.

"Have we run into something ?" The guard looked up irritably.

Then, seeing the charming face bent above him, he softened visibly.

Beauty may be only skin deep, but it has an amazing faculty for smoothing the path of its possessor.
"Pretty near, miss.

There's a great piece of timber across the line.
Luckily the driver saw it and just pulled up in time, and a miss is as good as a mile, isn't it ?" "How horrible!" ejaculated Nan.