on the road side. The instant's rest cheered her; she jumped to her feet as though her strength had been at once restored. Feeling in her heart a prayer which her lips had not time to utter, she climbed over a wire fence between her and the light; stumbled across a rough jumble of sleepers and railway irons. Then the light was over her head—the rays were manifest on the fog. She called out:
"Hullo! Hullo! Is there any one awake?" Almost instantly the window through which the light shone was opened and a man looked out:
"Aye! A'm awake! Did ye think A'd be sleepin' on a nicht like this. 'Tis nae time for a signal-man to be aught but awake A'm tellin' ye."
"Thank God, oh thank God!" Joy's heart was too full for the moment to say more. The man leaned further out:
"Is yon a lassie? What are ye daein' here a nicht like this? Phew! A canna see ma ain hond!"
"Yes, I'm a girl and I'm lost. Will you let me come in?" The man's voice became instantly suspicious.
"Na! na! A canna let ye in. 'Tis no in accord wi' the Company's rules to let a lassie intil the signal-box. Why don't ye go intil the toon?"
"Oh do let me in for a moment," she pleaded. "I have been lost in the fog, and my motor broke down. I have had to walk so far that I am wearied and tired and frightened; and the sight of a light and the hope of help has finished me!" She sat right down on the ground and began to cry. He heard her sob, and it woke all the man in him. This was no wandering creature whose presence at such a time and place might make trouble for him. He knew from the voice that the woman was young and refined.
"Dinna greet puir lassie!—Dinna greet. A canna leave the box for an instant lest a signal come. But go roond to the recht and ye'll find a door. Come recht up! Rules or no rules A'm no gangin' to let ye greet there all by yer
