orty-five."

CHAPTER V

ON THE TRAIN

Well, though, as Mr. Horton expressed it, they "had to hustle," they did
make the ten-forty-five. They went down in an elevator to board the train
and the ticket man at the gate would not let Mr. Horton through.

Daddy hugged his little boy tight before he let him go, and Mother had
diamonds in her pretty brown eyes as she turned from saying good-by to
him. But when they looked back to wave to him, there was Daddy smiling
gayly at them and waving his hat.

"Have a fine time," he called. "Take care of Mother, Sunny Boy. And look
for me exactly three weeks from to-day."

Sunny Boy and Mother found a seat after they had walked through a number
of cars that were filled, and, though it was rather dark, Sunny Boy could
make out the people near them.

"Look, Mother," he whispered, "there's the woman with the baby and the
other children we saw in the station. Isn't it funny they took our
train?"

Sure enough, there they were, a little further down the aisle on the
other side of the car, lolly-pops and all.

Mrs. Horton took off her hat and Sunny Boy's and put them in a large
paper bag she took from her bag.

"That will keep them clean," she said, "and we shall be cooler and more
comfortable without them. We may have to shut the window when we get out
of the tunnel, but we need the air now. Now we're off! Hear the conductor
calling?"

"All a-bo-ard," Sunny Boy heard some one crying. "All a-bo-ard!" and soon
the train began to move.

Slowly they rumbled out of the dark gray of the train shed, past so many
snorting, sniffing black iron engines that Sunny Boy did not see why they
did not run into each other, past a crew of men working on the railroad
tracks, past red and green lights, into a tunnel without a roof, but
walled high on either side with smooth concrete walls. Just as Sunny Boy
grew tired of looking at this wall, it stopped, and the train was merrily
rushing along through open streets. Sunny Boy looked at Mother and
smiled.

"Isn't it fun?" she said.

For a long time Sunny Boy amused himself by watching the country through
which they were riding. They passed one or two little stations without
stopping, and at the crossings Sunny Boy saw children waving to the
train. He waved to them and hoped that they saw him.

"Tickets!" The conductor had reached their car.

Mrs. Horton took a ticket from her bag and gave it to her son. He held it
out and the conducto