Winona searched for her purse and emptied its hoard into one gloved hand.

Coins spilled from this and ran about the platform.

Hands sprang from the window above her to point out their resting places, and half a dozen of the creatures issued from the car to recover them for her.

Flustered, eager, pleasantly shocked at her own daring, Winona distributed gifts from the basket, seeing only the hands that came forth to receive them.
Chewing gum, candy, popcorn, figs--even cigarettes--and Winona the first vice-president and recording secretary of Newbern's anti-tobacco league! War was assuredly what Sherman had so pithily described it, for she now sent the vender back to replenish his stock of cigarettes, and bought and bestowed them upon immature boys so long as her coin lasted.
Their laughter was noisy, their banter of one another and of Winona was continuous, and Winona laughed, even bantered.

That she should banter strangers in a public place! She felt rowdy, but liked it.
There was a call from the front of the train, and the group about her sprang to the platform as the cars began to move, waving her gracious, almost condescending adieus, as happy people who go upon a wondrous journey will wave to poor stay-at-homes.