Now," as the train drew up, "please get out!" She drew forward the curtain and hid behind it.

Miss Barley and Miss Patch clambered out and walked away.

Half-way down the platform they met Mr.Dawson, he was pale and trembling, but his blue eyes, bright with eagerness, looked for one face and figure only, and saw no other; Miss Patch and Miss Barley passed him quite unobserved; Miss Grace smiled to herself, and they turned to watch.
Along the platform he went, peering eagerly into every carriage.
Jessie, in her corner, breathless with excitement, thought he would never come.

The time seemed so long, so very long, she began to fear that the train would move on and carry her with it.

In her excitement she thrust back the curtain, and leaned forward--and the next minute she was in his arms! "Not asleep this time, granp!" she cried excitedly, "not asleep this time! Oh, granp! granp!" and she hugged and kissed him again and again.
The guard came in at last, to warn them that the train was about to move, and then there was a hasty gathering up of Miss Patch's eight parcels and her rose, and Jessie's three parcels and her geranium, and at last they all stood together on Springbrook platform, with the sun shining on them, the breeze blowing, the birds singing--and granny at home waiting to welcome them to the new happy life which lay before them.
Miss Grace led Miss Patch out, and they got into a carriage which had been sent from Norton for the purpose, but Jessie and her grandfather begged to walk back, as on that first occasion.