“It won't be long,” said the nurse.
“We must have come ever so many miles,” said Ida.
An hour passed. She amused herself by gazing out of the car windows at the towns which seemed to flit by. At length, both Ida and her nurse became hungry.
The nurse beckoned to her side a boy who was going through the cars selling apples and seed-cakes, and inquired their price.
“The apples are two cents apiece, ma'am, and the cakes a cent apiece.”
Ida, who had been looking out of the window, turned suddenly round, and exclaimed, in great astonishment; “Why, William Fitts, is that you?”
“Why, Ida, where did you come from?” asked the boy, his surprise equalling her own.
The nurse bit her lips in vexation at this unexpected recognition.
“I'm making a little journey with her,” indicating Mrs. Hardwick.
“So you're going to Philadelphia,” said the boy.