Three Little Cousins
by Amy Ella Blanchard
Already the train was slowing down, and within a few minutes Molly stood on the tip of her toe, looking greedily along the car line. He then watched every man descend the stairs until he was rewarded with the image of a tall young man raising a little girl about Molly's age, with light hair, rough cheeks, beautiful dress and in no way implying a wild Indian. As soon as Molly saw him, she remained in a shy fit and couldn't follow her first urge to run forward. Instead, he waited where he was until they arrived.
