As one waking from a dream Carley saw the blocks and squares of gray apartment houses and red buildings, the miles of roofs and chimneys, the long hot glaring streets full of playing children and cars.

Then above the roar of the train sounded the high notes of a hurdy-gurdy.

Indeed she was home.

Next to startle her was the dark tunnel, and then the slowing of the train to a stop.

As she walked behind a porter up the long incline toward the station gate her legs seemed to be dead.
In the circle of expectant faces beyond the gate she saw her aunt's, eager and agitated, then the handsome pale face of Eleanor Harmon, and beside her the sweet thin one of Beatrice Lovell.