“No, we are going over to the city, you can see over the water.”
“What is it? Is it Brooklyn?”
“No, it is Jersey City.”
“Oh, that will be pleasant,” said Ida, forgetting, in her childish love of novelty, the repugnance with which the nurse had inspired her.
“Yes, and that is not all; we are going still further,” said the nurse.
“Are we going further?” asked Ida, her eyes sparkling. “Where are we going?”
“To a town on the line of the railroad.”
“And shall we ride in the cars?” asked the child, with animation.
“Yes, didn't you ever ride in the cars before?”
“No, never.”