"I am glad you have so much faith, Nancy," said her companion. "Your words cheer me, in spite of myself. For the first time, I begin to hope."
"Dat's right, Mis' Kenyon," said Nancy, heartily. "Dat's de way to talk."
They were walking while this conversation took place, and soon they reached the station—a small rude hut, or little better.
A man with a flag stood in front of it, while a gentleman and lady were standing just in the door-way.
Mrs. Kenyon had on the way disencumbered herself of the gown and other disguises whichshe had worn in the boat, and appeared a quiet, lady-like figure, who might readily be taken for a Southern matron, with a colored attendant.
"When will the next train start, sir?" she asked, addressing the flagman.
"In five or ten minutes."
"Going South?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Can I get a ticket of you?"