Chapter Three
The small family arrived at the Bent Creek depot just as the train station clock rang seven. The sun was starting to crest on the far east skyline. The cool morning air helped settle Elizabeth’s nerves. Peter took the bags down from the wagon. Jeremy happily watched the men scurry around the gigantic black steam engine in preparation for the impending journey. Elizabeth clutched the money in her hand.
Peter said, “Go on now and get your tickets.”
She hesitated, then went to the ticket window. “First class to Fitchburg. Two.”
“Traveling with your father?” the ticket master asked.
“Not today, my brother. And me. To visit my aunt.” She twisted her hands.
“Leaves in just a few minutes. Here you go.” The ticket master smiled. “Safe journey.”
With the tickets in her hand, El
