one
o'clock
So far it had all been busy enough , but not comfortable . She was cold , and she had eaten almost nothing all day . As the hours went on and the train slid through the darkness she realized that she was rather faint . The steam pipes , only warm at the start , were entirely cold by one o'clock , and by two Sara Lee was sitting on her feet , with a heavy coat wrapped about her knees . The train moved quietly , as do all English trains , with no jars and little sound . There were few lights outside , for the towns of Eastern England were darkened , like London , against air attacks . So when she looked at the window she saw only her own reflection , white and wide-eyed , above Aunt Harriet 's fur neckpiece .