CHAPTER IV
A NIGHT IN A SLEEPING-CAR
The moonlight was so beautiful that Mrs. March did not like to go back into the car; and Rob and Nelly begged so hard to sit up, that she let them stay long past their bedtime. At last she exclaimed:—
"Come, come! this won't do! We must go to bed," and she opened the car door. As soon as she looked in she started back, so that she nearly knocked Mr. March and Nelly off the platform.
"Why, what has happened?" she said.
Mr. March laughed.
"Oh, nothing," he said: "this is the way a sleeping-car always looks at night."
Curtains were let down on each side the aisle its whole length. It was very dark, and the aisle looked very narrow. Not a human being was in sight.
"Where are our sections?" said Mrs. March.