oris did just the same. He stood on tiptoe and dropped his ticket in
the box and walked through the little gate to a big platform. And what
do you think he saw there? A great long tunnel stretching off in both
directions,--a long tunnel all lined with white tiles! And on the bottom
were rails! "I wonder what runs on that track?" thought Boris.

Just then he heard a most terrible noise:

Rackety, clackety, klang, klong!
Rackety, clackety, klang, klong!

and down the tunnel came a train of cars. "Yi-i-i-i--sh-sh-sh-sh!"
screamed the cars and stopped right in front of Boris. And then what do
you suppose happened? The doors in the car right in front of him flew
open. Everyone stepped in. So did Boris.

It was the front car. He walked to the front and sat down where he could
look out on the tracks. He could also look into the funny little box
room and see the man who pulled the levers and made the car go and stop.
In a moment they started:

Rackety, clackety, klang, klong!
How fast! How fast!

Then "Yi-i-i-i--sh-sh-sh-sh!" The man put on the brakes and they stopped
at another station. In another moment they started again. Rackety,
clackety, klang, klong! Then "Yi-i-i-i--sh-sh-sh-sh" another station!
And so they went flying from lighted station to lighted station through
the white-tiled tunnel.

Boris was very happy. He sat quite still watching out of the window and
saying with the car; rackety, clackety, klang, klong; rackety, clackety,
klang, klong! "This is the way to go if you're in a hurry," he thought.
He looked up and smiled to think of all the autos and horses and trucks
above going oh! so slowly down the street!

At last he thought he would get out. So the next time the man put the
brakes on and the train yelled "Yi-i-i-i--sh-sh-sh-sh!" Boris walked
through the open doors on to the platform, then through the little gate,
up some long steps and found himself on the street again. But right near
him what do you think he saw? A park all full of trees and grass! This
made Boris happy for he hadn't seen so many trees and so much grass
since he had left the wide country in his old home in Russia. A little
breeze was blowing too! He clapped his hands and ran around and laughed
and laughed and laughed and sang:

"I like the grass,
I like the trees,
I like the sky,
I like the breeze!
I touch the grass,
I touch the trees,
Let me play in the Park,
Oh, please!