"To Bancroft," said Jeanne. "It's 'way, 'way up on Lake Superior."
"Here's a map. Now, where is it?"
"About there," said Jeanne. "Yes, that's it."
"And here's the right time-card. You go direct to Chicago—"
"I know that," said Jeanne.
"But you want a fast train. Here's a dandy. It starts at 9:30 P.M. That's at night, you know. You are in Chicago at noon. The first train out of there for Bancroft leaves at eight o'clock at night. Then you change at Negaunee—"
"That's easy," said Jeanne. "You just walk across the station and say: 'Is this the train to Bancroft?' Daddy told me always to ask. But what do I do in Chicago? That's the hardest part."
"You go from this station to this one. Here are the names, do you see? There, I've marked them. I'll tell you what I'll do. You telegraph and I'll meet you and put you aboard the right train. When do you start?"
"Just three years and three months from now, right after school closes."
"Well," laughed Allen, "you certainly don't intend to miss that train. But I'll meet you. I'm the family 'meeter.' I meet my grandmother, I meet my aunts, and all my mother's friends. I'm always meeting somebody with a suitcase full of bricks. Anyway, nobody ever brings a light one. But your shoes, I'm sure, wouldn't weigh as much as my grandmother's—-she's a big grandmother."