“I say, Miss Inna, I should like you to come over to our place to see Jenny, or Trapper. I shall ask the doctor to give you a lift over in his gig,” he put his head back into the carriage to say.
Now he was scudding away down the platform, and claiming a trunk and portmanteau from a medley of luggage, had it set aside by the [p20] porter, who seemed to know him; this done, he darted back again, smiled in at the carriage window, where that sweet girlish face still watched him, and then vanished.
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CHAPTER II.
WILLETT’S FARM—TEA IN THE DINING-ROOM.
“Cherton! Cherton! Cherton!”
Inna sprang from the corner of her lonely carriage, and stepped out upon the platform, helped by the kindly guard.
“Now, my dear, what’s to be done? There’s nobody here waiting for you, as I see,” said the man, looking up and down the small platform, where she seemed to be the only arrival—she and her neat little trunk, which a porter brought and set down at her feet.
“No, they don’t know I’m coming,” returned the child, with a sober shake of her head.
“Where for, miss?” inquired the porter, as the guard looked at him.
“My—Mr. Willett’s, at Willett’s Farm,” said Inna, in a sort of startled importance at having to speak for herself.