On arriving at the railway station, Tommy was quite bewildered at the noise and bustle which prevailed on all sides of him.
Mr. and Mrs. Stocker hired two cabs, as one would not contain all their baggage, which they had packed on the roof of the cab, putting the smaller parcels inside.
They were to ride in one and Tommy in the other.
"Give me those wraps—hurry up! Oh, my, how cold it is!" cried Mrs. Stocker. "I shall be so glad when I get to the hotel."
The weather had changed considerably within the last twelve hours, a light snow was falling.
Tommy handed in the wraps through the window.
"Did you tell them drivers where to go, sir?" asked Tommy.
"Yes. Jump in and keep behind us," was the reply.
Now it happened that there were many cabs in the station, and most of them were laden with luggage, so that it was difficult to tell one from the other.
People were rushing about hither and thither, porters were wheeling trunks on barrows, and pushing all out of their way.