She slept a long time，and when she awakened Mrs.Medlock had bought a lunchbasket at one of the stations and they had some chicken and cold beef and bread and butter and some hot tea.The rain seemed to be streaming down more heavily than ever and everybody in the station wore wet and glistening waterproofs.The guard lighted the lamps in the carriage，and Mrs.Medlock cheered up very much over her tea and chicken and beef.She ate a great deal and afterward fell asleep herself，and Mary sat and stared at her and watched her fine bonnet slip on one side until she herself fell asleep once more in the corner of the carriage，lulled by the splashing of the rain against the windows.It was quite dark when she awakened again.The train had stopped at a station and Mrs.Medlock was shaking her.
The station was a small one and nobody but themselves seemed to be getting out of the train.The station-master spoke to Mrs.Medlock in a rough，good-natured way，pronouncing his words in a queer broad fashion which Mary found out afterward was Yorkshire.
“I see tha's got back，”he said.“An'tha's browt th'young'un with thee.”
“Aye，that's her，”answered Mrs.Medlock，speaking with a Yorkshire accent herself and jerking her head over her shoulder toward Mary.“How’s thy Missus？”
“Well enow.Th'carriage is waitin'outside for thee.”
A brougham stood on the road before the little outside platform.Mary saw that it was a smart carriage and that it was a smart footman who helped her in.His long waterproof coat and the waterproof covering of his hat were shining and dripping with rain as everything was，the burly station-master included.He shut the door，mounted the box with the coachman，and they drove off.