"Will auntie be at the station?" said Carrots.
"Yes, I'm sure she will," said Floss. "Auntie and Sybil too, perhaps. Carrots, I do believe we're there; the train's stopping."
And in another minute they found themselves in a nice clean-looking station with several people standing about on the platform, evidently waiting for the train.
The children looked out eagerly. There were two or three ladies, one little girl, and a few other people—but no auntie, no Sybil!
"P'raps this isn't the place," said Carrots.
"Please, is this Whitefriars?" inquired Floss of a porter who just then threw open the door.
"Whitefriars, yes miss. Any luggage?"
"Oh yes," said Floss anxiously, "a great deal It's in one of the luggage carriages, and it's marked with our name."
The man smiled. "Will you come with me, missie, and show me which it is, and I'll get it all right for you."
"Oh, thank you," said Floss, gathering together their cloaks and baskets, and preparing to descend.