"Why, we've stopped right in the Falls," she cried to herself, as she whirled around to look out of the window, "and it's like she said, water, water—everything's water!"
A DAY OF WETNESS
"Alice! Alice! Wake up!"
Mary Jane reached her hand behind the curtain into Alice's berth just ahead and pounded briskly on the cushioned sides.
"Alice! Hurry and wake up 'cause we're stopped and we're right in the middle of Niagara Falls and it's a-falling down!"
Alice stirred drowsily and then, as she realized what her sister was saying, she sat up straight with a start of amazement.
"Why, Mary Jane Merrill, what are you saying?" she asked. "The train doesn't stop at the Falls—it doesn't even go close enough for us to see them from the train. I asked Daddah last evening before I went to sleep."
"Well," said Mary Jane, not in the least disturbed by her sister's doubt, "you just raise your window curtain and look out."
Alice did as she was told and for a minute she was inclined to believe Mary Jane must be right. Water, water, water was all she could see. Water in the air; water dashing against the window; water running off the roof of the car in great streams; grayness and wetness everywhere.
"Looking at the landscape, ladies?" asked Mr. Merrill as he poked his head through the curtains and saw Alice's amazement.