She began to enjoy the journey, and feasted her eyes on the beautiful scenery through which they were passing. The train sped on through meadowlands verdant with the rains of early spring, where young lambs skipped and jumped at play, and the little girl clapped her hands with delight at the sight.
"How beautiful everything is!" she exclaimed. "Oh, please, what are those flowers?"
"Cowslips," Farmer Jo answered, smiling at her enthusiasm, "and as we get farther down the line, you will see plenty of primroses too!"
"Oh, how lovely! I am so fond of flowers! I wish mother could see them!"
It was about four o'clock when the train at length neared Exeter.
"We are nearly come to the ever faithful city, little missy," Farmer Jo remarked.
Marigold looked at him inquiringly, wondering what he meant.
"The city's motto is Semper fidelis, and that's Latin for 'Ever faithful,'" he explained.
"Oh, I did not know that!"
"Have you had a pleasant journey?" he inquired.