about the railway!"

Arnold walked to the fire-place to ring the bell. The railway time-table
hanging over it met his eye.

"Here's the information I want," he said to Anne; "if I only knew how
to get at it. 'Down'--'Up'--'A. M.'--P. M.' What a cursed confusion! I
believe they do it on purpose."

Anne joined him at the fire-place.

"I understand it--I'll help you. Did you say it was the up train you
wanted?"

"What is the name of the station you stop at?"

Arnold told her. She followed the intricate net-work of lines and
figures with her finger--suddenly stopped--looked again to make
sure--and turned from the time-table with a face of blank despair. The
last train for the day had gone an hour since.

In the silence which followed that discovery, a first flash of lightning
passed across the window and the low roll of thunder sounded the
outbreak of the storm.

"What's to be done now?" asked Arnold.

In the face of the storm, Anne answered without hesitation, "You must
take a carriage, and drive."