"We'll go down and see," said Sam.
They went below, and out over the gangway, but were only just in time to see the long train speeding on its way.
"We are left!" said Julia, mournfully.
"Well," said Sam, philosophically, "it can't be helped, can it?"
"Shall we have to stay here all day?" inquired the young lady, alarmed.
"Oh, no; there is another train at half-past six, but it is a slower train than this."
"When will it reach Boston?"
"At nine o'clock. I asked the steward just now. It won't make very much difference. We'll get to the city pretty early."
"Father will be down to the depot, and when he doesn't see me he'll think I am not coming. Then how am I to get home?"
"I'll be with you," said Sam, valiantly. "I'll see that you get home all right."