"All the night, just like I do at home," answered Mary Jane, "except one time when they bumped something into my bed—what was it, do you 'spose?"
"Most like they put on a new engine," said Dr. Smith. "Now, how long will it take you to dress, my dear?"
"Just a tinny while," said Mary Jane, "because I've got my shoes and stockings on now. And when may I wash my face and you put on my hair ribbon?"
Dr. Smith stepped out from his berth and looked at Mary Jane in dismay.
"You may wash your face any time you like, my dear," he said, "but I can't tie your hair ribbon. I don't know how!"
Mary Jane laughed at the funny face he made and then she smiled in her most motherly fashion. "Then it's a good thing I forgot and left it on last night," she said, "and don't you worry, I can perk it up and make it look real tidy."
"You're a good little traveler," complimented Dr. Smith. "I'll take you along again. Now let's see who's ready first."
Mary Jane put on the rest of her clothes; then she took her little bag, just as her mother had told her to, and went into the dressing room and washed her face and made herself neat and tidy. She got back in time to see the porter make up her bed and she was glad of that because bed-unmaking on a train by daylight seemed even more wonderful and interesting than bed-making the night before.
She sat down on the seat across the aisle while he worked, so she could see everything he did.
"My mother and I don't make beds that way at home," she announced suddenly.