There was Miss Nan, to be sure, tugging along a large band-box tied up in a linen bag. Very hot and dusty and tired did she look, but marched stoutly along, and came puffing up to the steps, where she dropped her load with a sigh of relief, and sat down upon it, observing as she crossed her tired arms,—
“I couldn’t wait any longer, so I went and got it.”
“But you did not know the way,” said Tommy, while the rest stood round enjoying the joke.
“Oh, I found it, I never get lost.”
“It’s a mile, how could you go so far?”
“Well, it was pretty far, but I rested a good deal.”
“Wasn’t that thing very heavy?”
“It’s so round, I couldn’t get hold of it good, and I thought my arms would break right off.”
“I don’t see how the station-master let you have it,” said Tommy.
“I didn’t say any thing to him. He was in the little ticket place, and didn’t see me, so I just took it off the platform.”