“What happened? Where are we?” she managed to ask.
CHAPTER XII
A Night of Terror
Irene’s reply was hurried. “We’re here. Come on, Judy! Wake up!”
“I am awake. What happened to all the golden-haired people? They were suffocating me. They—”
“Come on!” Irene interrupted, pulling Judy to her feet just as the train lurched to a stop. People began to get off. Judy saw now that they were all kinds of people—men, women, even a drowsy child on one man’s shoulder. The hair that showed below their hats was black, brown, straight and curly. Their faces were no longer blank. Each had its own individuality. Dark faces, fair faces—how beautiful they suddenly were, and how different!
“I dreamed,” Judy managed to say, “that they were all alike. It was a terrible, a frightening dream. I never have nightmares, especially on trains. What happened?”
“Nothing,” Irene replied, laughing, “but something will if we don’t hurry. The train will take us past our station. I was asleep, too. We nearly missed it. Wait!” she called to the conductor.
“You getting off here?” he inquired. “Hurry up. I’ll hold the train.”
It started again with a jolt almost as soon as Judy and Irene stepped down to the platform.