Presently he drew up before the platform. He put the boys in the car, told them to go up to the fire and warm themselves and not to touch anything. Then he went back for the girl.
“Did you think I was not coming?” he asked as he re-entered the cabin.
“I knew you would come back,” said the girl and it was Henry’s turn to tingle with pride.
He wrapped her up carefully, and fairly ran back to the car. They found the boys warm and comfortable and greatly excited.
“If we just had a Christmas tree and Santa Claus and something to eat and a drink of water and a place to sleep,” said the youngest boy, “it would be great fun.”
“I am afraid we can’t manage the Christmas tree,” said Henry, “but we can have everything else.”
“Do you mean Santy?”
“Santy too,” answered the boy. “First of all, we will get something to eat.”
“We haven’t had anything since morning,” said the girl. Henry divided the sandwiches into three portions. As it happened, there were three hard-boiled eggs. He gave one portion to each of his guests.
“You haven’t left any for yourself,” said Mary.