Minna awoke, chilled and cramped by the long journey, and the cold gray light of the morning depressed her spirits. She looked pale and frightened as the train entered the station, and we peered out curiously to see what reception awaited us.
"Keep a brave heart, Minna," I whispered.
And she smiled a rather wan, weary smile in reply.
"Where are we to go?" I asked the police official.
"I expect to find instructions here," he answered.
Then Minna gave a little start and cry of surprise.
"There is aunt Gratz," she said. "What can that mean?"
I could make no suggestion; but the reason of her presence was soon clear enough.
As we alighted she came forward.
"I should think you are ashamed of yourself, Minna," was her greeting. "If not, I am ashamed of you. Thank God, we have saved you, though only on the very brink, it seems."