R.—Good for you! Weren’t you afraid of being run over?
G.—I didn’t think of being scared. I just kept waving the lantern, and the motorman saw it and put on the brakes. My, but the sparks flew!
R.—How soon did he stop?
G.—Oh, the train was only about ten feet away when it stopped, and I kept stepping back all the time to keep out of the way.
R.—Well, you must have had a pretty close call. Who got the old man out?
G.—The motorman and one of the guards climbed down and lifted him up with the two other men.
R.—What did they say about your stopping the train that way?
G.—Oh, nothing. One man said, “Good for you, little girl,” and another man wanted to know my name, and said I ought to have a medal, but I told him I hadn’t done any thing and didn’t deserve a medal.
R.—Did you give him your name?
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