!" was Edith's greeting, and the answer was a
flood of relief-giving tears.

"Papa is hurt," she sobbed, as Edith inquired why she was on the train.

"I am so sorry; but perhaps it is not as bad as you fear. We expected Aunt
Eunice would arrive by that train. We do not know that she really was a
passenger, but I could not rest at home till I knew the truth!" Edith
exclaimed. "Mr. Traverse was to have returned to-day," she added. "Did you
hear if he was hurt?"

Dexie did not know, but thought not, as he had sent her the message
concerning her father.

They relapsed into silence, except when someone would voice the sentiments
in the heart of each and say, with a sigh, "How slowly the train moves
along!" Yet they were travelling very rapidly, and in due time they arrived
at the scene of the wreck.

Such a spectacle Dexie had never seen. Cars were piled upon one another in
a confused mass, and she wondered how anyone had escaped alive from the
broken timbers that had formed the cars.

She seemed to know instinctively which way to turn in search of her father,
but she had only made a few steps when she met Mr. Traverse looking for
her.

"Do not be alarmed, Miss Dexie; I am not so bad as I look," he said,
reassuringly, as Dexie started at the sight of his bandaged head and
splintered arm. "I have an ugly scalp wound, and that makes the bandages
necessary, and my broken arm is nothing. Now, be brave," he said, as they
stopped before the door of the house where her father had been taken. "He
has been suffering great pain and looks badly, and he will not be able to
see you unless you are calm. The doctor is with him now. I will go and see
if you can come in."

"Do not keep me waiting, Mr. Traverse. I will be quiet. Indeed, you can
trust me," and she lifted a white face, full of entreaty, to his gaze.

"My brave little girl!" was Guy's inward comment. "It is just as well that
she came alone, for no one else in the family has self-control enough to
bear this."

In a few minutes Guy returned and conducted her to her father's side, and
she bent over him and kissed his white face tenderly.

"Dear papa, I have come to stay with you. What can I do to help you?" and
she laid her hand in his. "Mamma feels too badly to come just now, dear
papa."

The quiet manner in which she removed her hat and cloak and then returned
to the bedside to await the doctor's orders impressed the latter favorably,
and with a few words of instru