She could not see from where she stood in the aisle.
Ah, now the train had actually stopped! She was out on the platform! She was going down the steps. The kindly conductor was saying something about wishing her a pleasant visit. The train was starting off.
Oh, was she utterly alone?
"Sprite! Oh, you've come!" cried a sweet, familiar voice, and Princess
Polly caught both her hands.
"I was so afraid that something would happen, and you wouldn't come," she cried.
"And I was wondering what I'd do if I didn't see you when I left the car. Oh, wouldn't I have been frightened?" said Sprite, with a nervous little laugh.
"Oh, how could you think I'd miss coming to meet you? Mamma said the last moment, as I ran down the steps:
"'I do hope you will find Sprite at the station,' and I did," Polly said. "Now, come over to the carriage, and we'll fly to Sherwood Hall."
"This is my suit case, and, oh, there's my trunk," Sprite said.
"Oh, the coachman will take care of those. We'll get seated so as to reach home in just no time. I can't wait to take you to mamma."