The evening train shrieked out of the gap and across the long
trestle just beyond the landing, where it halted for a few
seconds for passengers to embark or to leave the cars. This
train was from Chicago, and on Monday Papa Sherwood expected to
go to that big city to work.
The thought gave Nan a feeling of depression. The little family
in the Amity street cottage had never been separated for more
than a day since she could remember. It was going to be hard on
Momsey, with Papa Sherwood away and Nan in school all day. How
were they going to get along without Papa Sherwood coming home to
supper, and doing the hard chores?
Bess awoke her chum from these dreams. "Dear me, Nan! Have you
lost your tongue all of a sudden? Do say something, or do
something."
"Let's race the train down the pond to Tillbury," proposed Nan
instantly.
The lights of the long coaches were just moving out of the
station at the Landing. The two girls came about in a graceful
curve and struck out for home at a pace that even the train could
not equal. The rails followed the shore of the pond on the
narrow strip of lowland at the foot of the bluffs. They could
see the lights shining through the car windows all the way.
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