one o'clock in the morning of Saturday
Even Max , protesting that the thing was out of all reason , and going so far as to take his pen in hand to write his refusal to permit it , found himself brought to a halt by the remembrance that Sally was showing more and more evidences of possessing a will of her own , and of being perfectly competent to carry out its dictates when they seemed to her right . Clearly she did not want to go South with Uncle Timothy -- or with anybody else . There was a homesick touch in more than one line of the stoutly written letter -- unquestionably Sally would not be doing this thing if she were not persuaded of her duty . At one o'clock in the morning of Saturday a party of people stood in the great electric-lighted station . Again the offices of Mr. Jarvis Burnside had taken the group past the usual hindrances and established them on a certain platform , nearly in the centre of the rows of tracks , where the Southbound Limited would come in . This time their numbers were considerably augmented by the presence of Mrs. Burnside and Josephine , Donald and Janet Ferry . Various packages encumbered the arms of each member of the party , and appearances certainly boded well for the reception of the young traveller who at the moment was watching eagerly , as the train rolled through the familiar streets , for the first sign of approach to the station .