"I'm hungry, too," added Marian.
Mrs. St. Claire gave Ella the cooky and passed a bit of dry bread to Marian.
"If you please," suggested Marian, "I like cookies, too."
"You will take what I give you or go without," said Mrs. St. Claire; "you can't be starving after the breakfast you ate in Buffalo."
Marian, sorry she had spoken, dropped from sight in the high-backed seat. There was a lump in her throat and so deep a longing for the Home she had left it was hard to keep the tears back. Just then an old man began snoring so loud the passengers smiled and Marian laughed in spite of herself. Having laughed once she grew more cheerful. There were green fields and bits of woodland to be seen from the car windows, cows, sheep, bright flowers growing along the track, country roads and little children playing in their yards, sitting on fences and waving their hands to the passing train. Wonderful sights for a child straight from the Little Pilgrims' Home in a big city.
Uncle George, growing tired of his paper, crossed the aisle and sat down beside his niece. Marian looked up with a happy smile. "I wish the cars would stop where the flowers grow," she said, "I'd like to pick some."
"The cars will stop where the flowers grow," answered the man. "When we get home you will live among the flowers; Marian, will you like that?"
"Oh, goody!" the child exclaimed. "Oh, I am so glad! May I pick some flowers?"
"Indeed you may, and we'll go to the woods where the wild flowers are. Were you ever in the woods?"
Marian shook her head. "I've been in the Public Gardens and on the Common, though, and I know all about woods."