Frances Hodgson Burnett

He came in one evening at sun set with the empty coal-train-his dull young face pale and heavy-eyed with weariness, his corduroy suit dusty and travel-stained, his worldly possessions tied up in the smallest of handkerchief bundles and slung upon the stick resting on his shoulder-and naturally his first appearance attracted some attention among the loungers about the shed dignified by the title of "d p t." I say "naturally," because arrivals upon the trains to Black Creek were so scarce as to be regarded as curiosities; which again might be said to be natural.