"Dexie, you here, and alone!" was Edith's greeting, and the answer was a
flood of relief-giving tears.
"Papa is hurt," she sobbed, as Edith inquired why she was on the train.
"I am so sorry; but perhaps it is not as bad as you fear. We expected Aunt
Eunice would arrive by that train. We do not know that she really was a
passenger, but I could not rest at home till I knew the truth!" Edith
exclaimed. "Mr. Traverse was to have returned to-day," she added. "Did you
hear if he was hurt?"
Dexie did not know, but thought not, as he had sent her the message
concerning her father.
They relapsed into silence, except when someone would voice the sentiments
in the heart of each and say, with a sigh, "How slowly the train moves
along!" Yet they were travelling very rapidly, and in due time they arrived
at the scene of the wreck.
Such a spectacle Dexie had never seen. Cars were piled upon one another in
a confused mass, and she wondered how anyone had escaped alive from the
broken timbers that had formed the cars.
She seemed to know instinctively which way to turn in search of her father,
but she had only made a few steps when she met Mr.
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