At length her attention was attracted to something going on within the
car.
"Tickets!" cried the conductor, passing down the aisle, "Tickets!"
Edward handed out his own and his wife's. They were duly punched and
given back.
The conductor moved on, repeating his call, "Tickets?"
Up to this moment Zoe had scarcely noticed who occupied the seat
immediately behind herself and Edward, but now turning her head, she saw
there two young women of pleasing appearance, evidently foreigners. Both
were looking anxiously up at the conductor who held their tickets in his
hand.
"You are on the wrong road," he was saying; "these are through-tickets
for Utah."
"What does he say? something is wrong?" asked the younger of the two
girls, addressing her companion in Danish.
"I do not understand, Alma," replied the other, speaking in the same
tongue. "Ah, did we but know English! I do not understand, sir; I do not
know one word you say," she repeated with a hopeless shake of the head,
addressing the conductor.
"Do you know what she says, sir?" asked the man, turning to Edward.
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