“I think you will like it.”
“Oh, I know I shall. How fast do the cars go?”
“Oh, a good many miles an hour,—maybe thirty.”
“And how long will it take us to go to the place you are going to carry me to!”
“I don't know exactly,—perhaps two hours.”
“Two whole hours in the cars!” exclaimed Ida. “How much I shall have to tell father and Jack when I get back.”
“So you will,” said Mrs. Hardwick, with an unaccountable smile, “when you get back.”
There was something peculiar in her tone as she pronounced these last words, but Ida did not notice it.
So Ida, despite her company, actually enjoyed, in her bright anticipation, a keen sense of pleasure.
“Are we most there?” she asked, after riding about two hours.