Dot refused to speak a word to Don as they were whisked along to the Hoboken terminal. Here they jumped off and stood and looked about anxiously for their friends. Not a child was to be seen besides themselves.
“Did they go back to the train to find us?” asked Dot.
“No, they got on the New York cars and thought we were on, too. When they get to 23rd Street they’ll miss us and wait there till we come,” explained Don, taking the gum from his mouth again to speak.
“What shall we do?”
“Get on the first train for uptown,” replied Don.
“There’s one—I’m going to ask the man where it goes,” announced Dot, running to a guard standing by his platform.
“Where do you go?” asked the little girl.
“Downtown, New York.”
“Thank you,” and Dot walked away.
Another string of cars pulled in, and other guards got off after the passengers had left. Dot ran up to one and said: