The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 4, Issue 12 (April 1, 1930)
The Face at the Window
The Face at the Window.
The train came through the rain into the station. Doors closed, passengers alighted; there was all the bustle of entraining and detraining. An anxious face appeared at one of the windows, and a voice called: “Porter!” “Sir?” “What station is this?” “What station do you want, sir?” “What stations have you got?” The train moved on; the perplexed official standing upon the platform gazed with open mouth upon the receding face of the traveller, which glowed benevolently upon him, like a red and setting sun.
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