After she had gone out in the dining-room and seen that it was eight-seventeen, the time when the train was due in Banbridge, she watched for the train.  She knew that she could hear the rush of the train after it left the station; she could even catch a glimpse of the rosy fire of the locomotive through the trees, since the track was elevated.  She therefore watched for that, but it was very late.  That was unmistakably a great solace for her.  She actually had a prayerful mood of thankfulness for the lateness of the train.  It was that much longer that she need not give up hope.  There was a few minutes that she felt quite easy.  Suddenly she remembered how foolish she had been to watch for her father, anyway, before she heard the arrival of the train.  She realized that her head was overstrained, her reason failing her.  “How could papa come before the train?” she asked herself.  But after a few minutes her fears reasserted themselves.  She watched for something inimical to appear crossing the lawn instead of her father.  And then she heard a train, and she felt faint, but in a second she became aware that it was a long freight.  No passenger-train ever moved thus with the veritable chu-chu of the children, the heavy panting of two engines.  Then after that she started again, for she heard a train, but it was as if she had been let fall by some wanton hand from a cruel height, for that train was clearly a fast express which did not stop at Banbridge.  Then she heard a faint rumble of another freight on the Lehigh Valley road.  Then at last came the train for which she had been looking, the train on which her father might come, the train on which he surely would come unless some terrible thing had happened.  She heard distinctly, with her sharpened ears, the stop of the train at the station, the letting off of steam.  She heard the engine-bell.  She heard it resume its advance with slowly gathering motion.  She saw a rosy flash of fire in the distance from the engine.  Then she waited for carriage-wheels, or for the sight of her father coming up the road.  It was quite soon that she heard carriage-wheels on the frozen ground, and she ran to the door and opened it, but the carriage passed.  Samson Rawdy was taking home the next neighbor.  “It will take papa considerably longer if he walks,” she told herself, and she locked the door and returned to her station at the window.  She saw again a dark figure approaching on the road outside, and she thought with a great throb of joy that he had surely come, but the figure did not enter the grounds.  She allowed twenty-five minutes for him to walk from the station.  She said to herself if, when twenty-five minutes had elapsed, he had not come, she should certainly know that he had not come on that train.  She did not dare look at the clock, but after a while, when she did so, she found it was twenty-seven minutes after eight.  Still that clock often gained.  She ran out in the kitchen and looked at the clock