y Jane had her first chance to look around.

The station wasn't a bit like the station at her home--not a bit. It
was a funny little frame house with a platform, out in front. And
there wasn't any roof out over where the trains went or anything like
that; just the little house and the platform. And instead of the piles
of trunks on great trucks that she supposed were in every station,
there was only her own little trunk dumped forlornly on the platform.
And instead of the many men busy about various duties, there was not a
single man, at least not one that Mary Jane could see. Grandfather
took the check that Dr. Smith gave him and went into the little station
with it. In a second he was back and what do you suppose he did? He
picked up her trunk and set it in the back of his waiting automobile
just as easy as could be! Mary Jane was that surprised he could see it
and he laughed gayly and said, "That's the way we do our baggaging
here, Mary Jane. We'll not wait for any sleepy baggage men--not when
Grandmother and hot griddle cakes and honey are waiting for us, will
we?"

And Mary Jane, who was getting hungry enough to find breakfast a most
interesting subject, settled down in the front seat beside her
grandfather and said, "No, we won't!"

Dr. Smith climbed into the back seat beside the trunk and Grandfather
started the car and went spinning down the road.

"Your roads all know where they're going, don't they?" Mary Jane asked
as they got under way.

"Yes," replied Grandfather in surprise; "don't yours?"

"Not like yours do," said Mary Jane positively; "ours go this way."
And with her finger she made some big curves in the air.

"Oh!" laughed Grandfather, "you mean that yours are curving because of
the hills and that ours are straight. Yes, our roads are pretty
straight but you'll like that when you get used to it, because then you
can't get lost. There's a road every mile and each road goes just the
way it by rights ought to go because there aren't any hills to get in
the way." And all the while Grandfather was talking, he was driving
the car along the straight road just as fast as could be.

"And aren't there any hills before we get to your house?" asked Mary
Jane after a while.

'"Well," said Grandfather smilingly, as he slowed the car down, "what
do you think about that yourself?"

Mary Jane looked before her, the way she could see Grandfather wanted
her to look, and, right there close, she saw