One sandwich she broke in halves. She raised the cover of the box a little, and put one half inside. Then she shut the cover and tied the string.
“Tilton is the next station,” said the conductor, at last.
They went along beside a small river, across a bridge, and the train stopped at Tilton.
“I guess that little girl is for me,” said a tall man with a pleasant face, as Clematis came down the steps.
“Her tag says Mrs. Alder on it, is that the one?” asked the conductor.
“That’s right. I told Mrs. Alder I would bring her along when I came from the train.”
“Well, here’s her bag. She won’t let any one touch her box. She keeps her money in it. Goodby, little girl.”
“Too—too—too-too.”
The whistle blew, the wheels began to turn, and the long train drew slowly away.
“Right over here, little girl. Climb right up on the seat. I’ll hold your box.”