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VERY pretty fair-haired girl stood in one corner of the great waiting-room of a large New York railroad station late one afternoon, and looked wonderingly about her. The bustle and rush of the place fascinated her; the hurrying porters, the loud-voiced heralds of departing trains, the streams of men, women and babies that flowed constantly by, the benches, always emptying themselves, but always full—it was a new scene to her, and she would have stood watching it indefinitely had not a hand touched her arm.

"I beg pardon, Miss, but was you expecting—" it was a man in livery. Before she had time to answer him, a young girl seized her hand.

"It's Cousin Sarah, I know by the