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CHAPTER II
THE TRIP TO HASLEMERE
The next morning all was bustle and excitement.
Mr. Maynard stayed at home from business to escort the travellers
to the train. The trunks were packed, and everything was in
readiness for their departure. Marjorie herself, in a spick-and-
span pink gingham dress, a tan-colored travelling cloak, and a
broad-brimmed white straw hat, stood in the hall saying good-bye
to the other children. She carried Puff in her arm, and the
sleepy, indifferent kitten cared little whither she was going.
"Be sure," Kingdon was saying, "to plant the seeds I gave you in a
sunny place, for if you don't they won't grow right."
"What are the seeds?" asked Marjorie.
"Never mind that," said her brother; "you just plant them in a
warm, sunny bed, in good, rich soil, and then you wait and see
what comes up. It's a surprise."
"All right, I'll do that, and I suppose Grandma will give me a lot
of seeds besides; we always have gardens, you know."
"Be sure to write to me," said Kitty, "about Molly Moss. She's the
one that lives in the next house but one to Grandma's. You've
never seen her, but I saw her two years ago, and she's an awfully
nice girl. You'll like her, I know."
"And what shall I remember to do for you, Rosy Posy?" asked
Marjorie, as she kissed the baby good-bye.
"Don't know," responded the little one; "I've never been to
Gamma's. Is they piggy-wigs there?"
"No," said Marjorie, laughing; "no piggy-wigs, but some nice
ducks."
"All wite; b'ing me a duck."
"I will, if Grandma will give me one"; and then Marjorie was
hurried down the steps by her father, and into the carriage, and
away she went, with many a backward look at the three children who
stood on the veranda waving good-byes to her.
The railroad trip to Morristown lasted about four hours, and
Marjorie greatly enjoyed it. Mr. Maynard had put the two
travellers into their chairs in the parlor car, and arranged their
belongings for them. Marjorie had brought a book to read and a
game to play, but with the novel attractions of the trip and the
care of her kitten, she was not likely to have time hang heavily
on her hands.
Mrs. Maynard read a magazine for a time, and then they were
summoned to luncheon in the diningcar. Marjorie thought this great
fun, for what is nicer than to be a hungry little girl of twelve,
and to eat all sorts of good things, while flying swiftly along in
a railroad train, and gazing out of the window at towns and cities
rushing by?
Marjorie sat opposite her mother, and observed with great interest
the other passengers about. Across the car was a little girl who
seemed to be about her own age, and Marjorie greatly wished that
they might become acquainted. Mrs. Maynard said that after
luncheon she might go and speak to the little stranger if she
chose, and Marjorie gladly did so.
"I wonder if you belong in my car," said Marjorie, by way of
opening the conversation.
"I don't know," said the other child; "our seats are in the car
just back of this."
"We are two cars back," said Marjorie, "but perhaps your mother
will let you come into my car a while. I have my kitten with me."
"Where is it?" asked the other little girl.
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