Mrs. Arlington and June had been sitting in a carriage close to the platform, with a great crowd packed around them. The face of the woman was pale and anxious, but it brightened as she saw her son, apparently unscathed, descend from the train.
Without pausing to say anything to her mother, June left the carriage, and the boys made a passage for her so that she reached her brother.
“Chester, you’re not hurt?”
“Not a bit, sis,” he answered.
“Then go quickly to mother. She is in the carriage there, and she is almost distracted.”
Leaving him, June turned and flung her arms about Doris.
“Oh, I’m so glad!” she panted. “Even after the message came that no one from Fardale had been seriously injured we were in doubt, and almost died from anxiety. Weren’t you hurt a bit, Doris?”
“I think my side was bruised a little, that’s all.”
“And Zona?”
“She says she was not hurt.”