Letty stopped and kissed Jane and then bounded across the platform with all her old grace and agility.
“Write to me. Please write to me!” shrieked Jane after her.
The twins waved their hands frantically as Letty turned for a farewell nod, and watched the train pull out.
“We don’t even know where she’s gone,” wailed Jane. “We’ll never see her again!”
Mrs. Baker stepped from the doorway of the parlor car, with Mrs. Hartwell-Jones behind her.
“Has the little girl gone?” she asked regretfully. “I wanted to see her.”
“She’s gone,” Jane replied disconsolately. “And we don’t even know where.”
“Dear me, how very unsatisfactory,” sighed grandmother. “I should have liked so much to do something for her.”
Then they all went back into the car again as their own train began to move.
“From the fleeting glimpse I had of her, I should say that the child had a rather unusual face,” remarked Mrs. Hartwell-Jones thoughtfully, as the two ladies seated themselves again. “Can you tell me anything more about her, Mrs. Baker?”