station over there, across
both streets. There, too, is where you go to the suspension bridge to
Brooklyn, over the East River. You see, when we go by. You see
to-morrow. Not much, now. I am so hungry!"

"I want to see everything," said Jack; "but I'm hungry, too. Why,
we're going upstairs!"

In a minute more Jack was sitting by an open window of an elevated
railway car. This was another entirely new experience, and Jack found
it hard to rid himself of the notion that possibly the whole
long-legged railway might tumble down or the train suddenly shoot off
from the track and drop into the street.

"Dees ees bretty moch American," said Mr. Guilderaufenberg, as Jack
stared out at the third-story windows of the buildings. "You nefer vas
here before? So! Den you nefer feels again choost like now. You ees
fery moch a poy. I dell you, dere is not soch railvays in Europe; I
vonce feel like you now. Dot vas ven I first come here. It vas not
Soonday; it vas a day for de flags. I dell you vat it ees: ven dot
American feels goot, he hang out hees flag. Shtars und shtripes--I
like dot flag! I look at some boleece, und den I like dot flag again,
for dey vas not hoont, hoont, hoont, for poor Fritz von
Guilderaufenberg, for dot he talk too moch!"

"It's pretty quiet all along. All the stores seem to be closed," said
Jack, looking down at the street below.

"Eet ees so shtill!" remarked Mr. Guilderaufenberg. "I drafel de vorlt
ofer und I find not dees Soonday. In Europe, it vas not dere to keep.
I dell you, ven dere ees no more Soonday, den dere ees no more America!
So! Choost you remember dot, my poy, from a man dot vas hoonted all
ofer Europe!"

Jack was quite ready to believe Mr. Guilderaufenberg. He had been used
to even greater quiet, in Crofield, for after all there seemed to be a
great deal going on.

The train they were in made frequent stops, and it did not seem long to
Jack before Mrs. Guilderaufenberg and the other ladies got up and began
to gather their parcels and satchels. Jack was ready when his friends
led the way to the door.

"I'll be glad to get off," he thought. "I am afraid Aunt Melinda would
say I was traveling on Sunday."

The conductor threw open the car door and shouted, and Mr.
Guilderaufenberg hurried forward exclaiming: "Come! Dees ees our
station!"

Jack had taken even more than his share of the luggage; and now his arm
was once more grasped by Miss Hildebrand.

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