"A collision on the railroad," Arthur said. "There is an ambulance here:
I think I will put you in it, and have you taken home at once. 'Tis only
a few miles, and not a rough road."

"Yes, yes: home is much the best place," he sighed, again putting his
hand to his head.

"Are you in pain?" asked Arthur.

"Not much, but I feel strangely confused. I should like to be taken home
as soon as possible. But not to the neglect of any one who may have been
more seriously hurt than I," he added, feebly raising his head to look
about him.

"There are none such," Arthur answered. "You perhaps remember that the
cars were nearly empty of passengers: no lives were lost and no one, I
think, worse hurt than yourself."

"And I?" returned Edward, in a tone of inquiry.

"Have escaped without any broken bones, and I trust will be all right in
a few days."

"O Ned! how glad I am it is no worse!" sobbed Zoe, clinging to his hand,
while the tears rolled fast down her cheeks.

"Yes, little wife," he said, gazing lovingly into her eyes.

"There, I positively forbid any more talking," said Arthur, with a