"A train seems so prosaic," she said; "and now when I am going to historic ground, I should like to be able to jump ashore—just as the Pilgrims did."
"I didn't suppose you'd take so much interest. Last summer—"
"Now, Prissie! After all my efforts this winter, surely you might admit that I have improved. Why, now, I've wholly forgotten that we ever had a French and English question to dispute over. Before we reach Plymouth I'll be as good a Puritan as you."
Mrs. Tilworth and Lucian saw the two girls safely on board their train. But from Boston to Plymouth Priscilla and Martine travelled alone. They had so much to talk of that the journey seemed short enough, and Martine was surprised when the conductor called Plymouth.
Hardly had Priscilla's foot touched the platform, when a whirlwind of heads and arms seemed to engulf her.
"Say, I'm going to ride up in the carriage—"
"No, I am!"
"What did Aunt Sarah send us?"
"Oh, Priscilla, I'm so glad you're home. The yellow cat has four of the cunningest kittens!"
"Yes, and we've had to muzzle Carlo, because a mad dog from Kingston ran through town the other day."