rang, and then with a jerk
the train began to move, and Ruby looked out, with her face pressed
close to the window, to see her father just as long as she possibly
could. He was on the platform by Ruthy now, and he waved his
handkerchief as the train started, and threw kisses to his little girl.
Ruby pressed her face closer and closer against the glass, but at last
it was of no use. There was only an indistinct blur where papa and
Ruthy had been standing, for Ruby's eyes were so full of tears that she
could not see them, and by the time she had taken out her new
handkerchief and wiped them away, the train had begun to go so fast
that she could not see the station at all. It was far behind her, and
Ruby had really begun her first journey.

It was hard work not to put her head down in Aunt Emma's lap and cry as
much as she wanted to, but Ruby glanced about the car, and saw that
every one else was looking very happy, and watching the things that
passed by the windows, so she thought, with some pride, that if she
should cry people might not know that it was because she was going away
from her dear papa and mamma and Ruthy, but they might think that she
was frightened because she had never been in the cars before, and she
certainly did not want them to know that.

She wiped the tears away from her eyes and sat up very straight,
looking out of the window as if she was very much interested in
everything she saw. Really, she could not have told you one thing that
they went past. She was fighting back the tears, and her longing to
have the train stopped and get off even now, and go back home again,
where every one loved her so much; and it took all her courage and
resolution not to break down.

Aunt Emma guessed what the little girl was thinking about, and she did
not disturb her for a little while, until she thought that Ruby could
talk without letting the tears come.

Then, all at once, she began to talk about the places they would pass
on their way to school, and Ruby grew so interested in listening to her
that the lump in her throat went away, and she really began to enjoy
the journey.

She looked about the car at the other passengers, and she wondered
whether they all knew that she was going away to school and had a
little trunk of her very own. It seemed to Ruby as if it was such an
important occasion that somehow every one must know, even if they had
not been told about it.

It was very pleasant to travel, sh