Dorothy Dale's School Rivals: Illustrated
Kids, Fiction, Action/Adventure, Teen, Fiction & Literature, Literary
| Author: | Marget Penrose | ISBN: | 1230001665215 |
| Publisher: | T.M. Digital Publishing | Publication: | May 3, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Marget Penrose |
| ISBN: | 1230001665215 |
| Publisher: | T.M. Digital Publishing |
| Publication: | May 3, 2017 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
“Oh, Dorothy, I am sure we will all be killed!”
“Doro, are you all right?”
This last was from Tavia, while the other gasps came from various girls, too intermixed to separate.
It seemed a long time, but was, in reality, only a few seconds, until the conductor and porter made their way to the girls’ car, and assured them that nothing at all had happened, more than the rather too sudden stopping of the train, made necessary by a special and unexpected signal. The lights were again turned on, and everyone might see that there really had been no accident. The seats were as straight and as smooth as ever, and most of the frightened passengers were gathering up their trinkets from the floor, and replacing them in the holders and seats.
Edna Black was rubbing her arm, and wincing.
“Is your hand hurt?” Dorothy asked.
“I’m afraid it is. I got quite a jolt against the seat arm. But I guess it isn’t much,” Edna replied.
“Oh, Dorothy, I am sure we will all be killed!”
“Doro, are you all right?”
This last was from Tavia, while the other gasps came from various girls, too intermixed to separate.
It seemed a long time, but was, in reality, only a few seconds, until the conductor and porter made their way to the girls’ car, and assured them that nothing at all had happened, more than the rather too sudden stopping of the train, made necessary by a special and unexpected signal. The lights were again turned on, and everyone might see that there really had been no accident. The seats were as straight and as smooth as ever, and most of the frightened passengers were gathering up their trinkets from the floor, and replacing them in the holders and seats.
Edna Black was rubbing her arm, and wincing.
“Is your hand hurt?” Dorothy asked.
“I’m afraid it is. I got quite a jolt against the seat arm. But I guess it isn’t much,” Edna replied.
