Owlet woke up to change cars, but went to sleep again as soon as they were settled in their new seats, and slept until they reached Goeberlin, at ten o’clock.
There she woke up, bright and alert, and seized the dog basket, with her precious bull pup.
It was very dark at the little station, only one light showing itself from the front of the small ticket office and waiting-room.
“Pompous Pirate” was there with the old family carriage, and “Puck” with a farm wagon.
He left his steady horses and came up to the train as it stopped.
“All well, Pompous?” inquired Roma, as she handed Owlet down to the astonished negro, and then stepped to the platform.
“Perfec’ly well, mist’ess. Who’ chile dis yere?”
“A little friend of mine. Here, take these checks, and get our baggage,” said Roma, who had loaded herself with two bags, an umbrella and a shawl.
“Dere, gimme dem fings, too, an’ yo’ go inter de station, mist’ess. I’ll ’ten’ to all dese.”
Roma gave up her burdens, including Owlet’s dog basket, and led Owlet up and down the platform to benefit by the balmy evening air.