Opposite them was a big woman, who possessed three bird-cages, two holding birds, and the third imprisoning a kitten.
There was a lean man with a fat little girl beside him, who ate countless lunches, which were packed in a big basket, that seemed a veritable horn of plenty.
Yet a bit farther up the aisle was a small boy with a large cage that he watched closely.
A thick cloth covered it, but once, when the boy was not looking, a long brown furry arm reached out, and snatched mischievously at his sleeve.
"It's a monkey," whispered Nancy, and the boy turned and grinned.
"'F he knew there was a monkey in that cage he'd make me put it in the baggage car," he said.
Dorothy was tired with the long ride, and just as she was thinking that she could not bear much more of it, the brakeman shouted, "Glenmore! Glenmore!" and the two girls were glad enough to get out upon the platform.
Glenmore, the village, was a lovely little country place, quiet, and evidently content with itself.
Glenmore, the school, was a rambling, picturesque home for the pupils who came there.
Once it had been a private mansion, but its interior had been remodeled to meet the requirements of a small, and select school for girls.