“She must have her money in that,” laughed Jerry.
So the conductor took the two bags, while Clematis carried the box. He found her a seat where she could be right by the window.
Soon the train started. They went across bridges, and through the yards, till at last they came to the open country.
There Clematis could see the fields, and the flowers, which grew close by the tracks.
As the train flew on, they came to quiet woods, with little brooks, and cows resting comfortably in the shade.
There was so much to see, that Clematis could not take her face from the window a minute.
Farmers were at work in the fields of wheat, and corn, and oats. They were mowing and raking. Some were throwing hay into the big carts.
At last they came to a big river that ran along by the track. Clematis could see people fishing along the banks, and rowing on the smooth water.
“I hope there is a river in Tilton,” she thought.
It was a long time before she thought of the peaches, and sandwiches. When she did, she knew she was very hungry, so she opened the bag, and ate, while she watched the river, and fields, and forests.