Sally chuckled involuntarily, and she cast her eye over the crowd as Fox had told her to do. There _was_ a lady, who seemed to be somewhat haughty, standing back by the wall of the station, aloof from the common herd, but she was not as thin as Sally had expected Cousin Martha to be. This lady was evidently expecting somebody--or somebodies--and was watching, with a shadow of anxiety on her face, as the crowd poured out of the doors and flowed down the steps. Then her gaze happened to alight upon Sally and her eyebrows lifted, quickly, and she smiled. Sally smiled as quickly in return and made up her mind, on the spot, that, if that was Cousin Martha, she should rather like Cousin Martha. The lady had come forward at once, with a rapid, nervous walk, and met them as soon as the crowd would let her. "Sarah Ladue?" she asked. "Sally, Cousin Martha," Sally replied. "Everybody calls me Sally." "Well, I am very glad to see you, Sally." Cousin Martha kissed her on the cheek; a quick, nervous peck. Sally tried to kiss Cousin Martha while she had the chance, but she succeeded in getting no more than a corner of a veil. "How did you know me?" "I didn't. I only saw that you were looking for somebody, and I thought it might be me you were looking for." "Oh, so that was it!" Miss Hazen smiled faintly and sighed. "I thought that perhaps you might have recognized me from the photograph I once gave your father. But I forgot that that was a great many years ago." She sighed again. Sally tried in vain to remember any photograph of Miss Martha Hazen. She did remember something else. "This is Fox Sanderson," she said, holding on to Fox's arm, "who has just come on to bring us. Fox is _very_ kind. And here is Charlie." She dragged Charlie forward by the collar. He had been behind her, absorbed in the movements of the engine. "Oh, what a pretty boy!" exclaimed Cousin Martha. "How do you do, Charlie?" "Not a pretty boy!" cried Charlie. Sally shook him. "Say very well, I thank you," she whispered. "Very-well-I-thank-you," Charlie repeated sulkily. "I'm hungry." Miss Hazen laughed. "Mercy on us!" she said. "We must be getting home to give you something to eat." She extended the tips of her fingers to Fox. "I'm very glad to see you, too, Mr. Sanderson. You will come home with us, too? The carriage is waiting." "Thank you, Miss Hazen. I must see about the trunks, I suppose; Sally's and Charlie's. I didn't bring any, for I must go back to-night." "Then, perhaps, you will spend the day with us?" Fox thanked her again and Cousin Martha told him what to do about the trunks. There was one baggageman, in particular, whom the Hazens had employed for years when there had been trunks to go or to come. That that baggageman was now old and nearly as decrepit as his horse and wagon made no difference.