“I don’t know. I’m going to double mine up so I won’t break my neck if the train bumps when it starts or stops.”
“Mother said if we wanted to sleep on our valuables not to tuck them under our pillows where any thief could get them by slipping in a hand, but to put them inside a pillow case and turn the open end of that toward the inside.”
“I’d go off and leave them in the morning! The only safety for me is to have them pinned to me, I guess.”
“All right, girls?”—in Miss West’s quiet voice, as she paused by the various curtains. Soft replies assured her that everybody was comfortable and soon quiet reigned in the car, except when the porter passed through with some late arrival from one of the towns at which the train stopped.
“I can’t go to sleep, Hilary,” whispered June about midnight.
“Are you comfy?”
“O, yes!”
“Well, don’t worry; nobody will sleep much, I suspect, this first night. We’ll be at a hotel tomorrow night. Maybe we can rest and doze a little. It’s getting cooler, isn’t it? Let’s draw up the blanket.”
Assured that it could not hurt anybody if she did not sleep, June promptly dozed off. Such is the power of suggestion.
Breakfast over at Buffalo, the girls were writing cards home while waiting for the train to Niagara. While they were thus engaged in a corner of the waiting room where they had deposited their baggage and one or two parcels which had already been added to the impedimenta, a bright face peeped around the corner. “O, here they are, Cathalina!” and with this Lilian North, smiling and happy, made her appearance.