not being able to find her way aboard again. I remember the conductor told Bob and me these poor immigrants have such trouble traveling. It must be awful to make your way in a strange country where you can not understand what people say to you."
No Bob was to be seen when Betty reached her seat, but excited passengers were apparently trying to fall head-first from the car windows.
"I think we've run over some one," announced a fussy little man with a monocle and a flower in his buttonhole.
With a warning toot of the whistle, the train began to move slowly forward. It went a few feet, apparently hit something solid, and stopped with a violent jar.
"Oh, my goodness!" wailed a woman who was clearly the wife of the fussy little man. "Won't some one please go and find out what the matter is?"
Betty looked toward the car door and saw Bob pushing his way toward her.
