"What time is it?"
"A quarter to four. We'd better start, you have to buy your ticket first. Here, let me take the suitcase."
"Where are my gloves?"
"Here they are," said Migwan, handing them to her.
They passed quickly down the front walk and into the waiting automobile. A swift ride through the quiet streets in the first pale glimmerings of the dawn, and they were in the little station, the only ones waiting for the train.
The Captain strode over to the blackboard while Nyoda went to buy her ticket. "Train's on time," he announced, coming back to the group.
In another minute they heard the whistle in the distance, and then the long train roared in and came to a panting halt. The Captain seized Nyoda's suitcase and jumped aboard with it. Nyoda followed and stood still on the train steps to say good-bye to the Winnebagos crowding around.
"Be good, girlies," she said, smiling bravely at them.
"Oh, Nyoda, dear Nyoda! We'll think of you every minute. We'll pray for you and Sherry."
The conductor stood on the platform, watch in hand.