CHAPTER IIIThe stir and bustle of the passengers preparing to leave the car roused Ariel from the deep sleep into which she had fallen as soon as the train left Washington.
She rubbed her eyes and looked around in bewilderment, realizing that they must have arrived in Philadelphia, and here was she, but half awake. She passed her hands over her dazed eyes, smoothed back her dishevelled hair, and straightened her hat. Stumbling to her feet she grasped for her satchel in the rack overhead and followed the other passengers up the long platform to the station. She gazed about her in dismay. There seemed so many people, so many, many trains. Her heart beat with almost frightened rhythm, and now that she was here she shrank inexpressibly from what might be before her. She seemed to be suddenly
