whelmed. They did not quite know what to do; everybody pushed past and jostled them. No one was ill-natured, but no one had time to be polite. They were so young and so strange to all such worlds of excitement and rush. Involuntarily they clutched each other's hands after their time-honoured fashion when they were near each other and overpowered. The human vortex caught them up and carried them along, not knowing where they were going.
"We seem so little!" gasped Meg. "There—there are so many people. Rob, Rob, where are we going?"
Robin had lost his breath too. Suddenly the world seemed so huge—so huge! Just for a minute he felt himself turn pale, and he looked at Meg and saw that she was pale too.
"Everybody is going out of the depôt," he said. "Hold on to me tight, Meg. It will be all right. We shall get out."
And so they did. The crowd surged and swayed and struggled, and before long they saw it was surging towards the entrance gate, and it took them with it. Just as they were thrust through, they found themselves pushed against a man, who good-naturedly drew a little back to save Meg from striking against his valise, which was a very substantial one. She looked up to thank him, and gave a little start. It was the
