"Ah, a lantern," cried Crosby. "Now we can see what we look like and--
and who we are."
Higgins informed them that an east-bound passenger train went through in
twenty minutes, stopping on the side track to allow west-bound No. 7 to
pass. This train also took water near the bridge which crossed the river
just west of the depot. The west-bound train was on time, the other
about five minutes late. He brought the welcome news that the rain was
over and that a few stars were peeping through the western sky. There
was unwelcome news, however, in the statement that the mud was ankle
deep from the elevator to the station platform and that the washing out
of a street culvert would prevent him from using the wagon.
"I don't mind the mud," said Mrs. Delancy, very bravely indeed.
"My dear Mrs. Delancy, I can and will carry you a mile or more rather
than have one atom of Lonesomeville mud bespatter those charming boots
of yours," said Crosby cheerfully, and her protestations were useless
against the argument of both men.
The distance was not great from the sheds to the station and was soon
covered.
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