gh it might be
unconventional when travelling.

"Pretty good breakfast my wife cooks," said Briggs, temptingly.

"Perhaps I would have time just for a glass of milk," said Dolly, "but
no, I hear a locomotive whistle now!"

"Aw, she's way up round the bend. Sound carries awful far 'mong these
hills. She won't be here for ten minutes yet. Come on."

"What are you talking about? There's the train now!" And from the
window Dolly saw the smoke of the approaching engine.

"Why, so 'tis!" and with a strange smile on his face, Briggs whisked the
door open, flew out and slammed it behind him and turned the big key,
making Dolly a prisoner in the little waiting-room.

For a moment she was too amazed to do or say anything. She stood
watching the train draw nearer and stop at the little station.

Then she realised what had happened and she flew to the door and pounded
on it with her little fists, crying, "Let me out! you awful, dreadful
man, let me out!"

But the door did not open, and after a couple of minutes the train went
on its way.

Then Briggs unlocked the door and came in. "Bless my soul!" he said, "if
I didn't forget you wanted to go by that train! Well, it's too late now,
so you might as well come on over to breakfast."

"You didn't forget it, any such thing! You locked me in here on purpose!
You had no right to do it, and my father will pers--persecute you,--or
whatever you call it!"

"Well, anyhow the train's gone, and you can't get it back, so make the
best of things and smile and come along."

From sheer lack of anything better to do, Dolly rose and walked with
Briggs across the street to his little cottage.

"Hello, Mother," he called out, as they entered, "I've brought a visitor
to breakfast. Got enough to go round?"

"Yes, indeedy!" and a fat, comfortable looking woman smiled pleasantly
at Dolly; "why, you poor baby, you're all tuckered out. Here sit right
down and drink this fresh milk, it's a little warm yet. Take slow sips,
now, don't swallow it all at once. Here's a nice piece of toast."

Dolly eagerly accepted the fresh milk and the golden-brown buttered
toast, and was glad to follow Mrs. Briggs' advice and partake slowly.

The warm, pleasant room and the appetising food made Dolly feel
decidedly better. A poached egg came next and more toast and milk and as
both Mr. and Mrs. Briggs were kind and cheery, Dolly's spirits rose
accordingly.

No reference was made as to why she wanted to take