Matthew, barely noting that it WAS a girl, sidled past her as quickly as possible without looking at her.
Had he looked he could hardly have failed to notice the tense rigidity and expectation of her attitude and expression.
She was sitting there waiting for something or somebody and, since sitting and waiting was the only thing to do just then, she sat and waited with all her might and main.
Matthew encountered the stationmaster locking up the ticket office preparatory to going home for supper, and asked him if the five-thirty train would soon be along.
"The five-thirty train has been in and gone half an hour ago," answered that brisk official.
"But there was a passenger dropped off for you-a little girl.
She's sitting out there on the shingles.
I asked her to go into the ladies' waiting room, but she informed me gravely that she preferred to stay outside.
There was more scope for imagination,' she said.
She's a case, I should say."