the summer midnight
Yes , this trunk is mine ; it 's to go back . '' Somehow , as she followed the man through the long , dingy building , the thing which drove home the ache in her heart was the sight of the little , aristocratic-looking , leather-covered steamer trunk , Uncle Thomas 's gift , packed with so many high hopes , now riding alone on a great truck . Of all the baggage which that truck had borne to the lading of the ship , hers was the only little , lonely piece to come back ! In the darkness of the summer midnight Georgiana descended from the `` owl '' train , the only passenger , as it happened , to alight at the small station . She had hoped to slip away unobserved for the half-mile walk home , but the station master was too quick for her . He was a young station master , and he had known Georgiana Warne all his life -- from afar . `` Well , I certainly did think I 'd seen a ghost , '' said he , confronting her .