"That would be the best thing for you, my dear," said Ruth, as she smoothed her hair. "Come," she whispered to the others, "we will sit back here and let her rest," and she motioned them to come into the curtained-off recess of the compartment.
There the other girl said that she and her sister were on their way to visit relatives over the holidays. They were Mabel and Helen Madison, of New York.
"And right after Christmas we're going to Florida," Helen confided to Ruth and Alice.
"Oh, it must be lovely there, under the palms!" exclaimed the latter. "I do so want to go."
"It is quite a contrast to this, I should imagine," remarked Ruth, as she gazed out of the window on the snowy scene.
"Does your company ever get as far as Florida?" asked Helen, for Ruth and Alice had told her their profession.
"We haven't yet," replied Ruth, "though once, when we were small, daddy played in St. Augustine, and we were there. But I don't remember anything about it."
"We are going to a little resort on Lake Kissimmee," said Helen Madison. "Perhaps we may see you there, if you ever make pictures in Florida."
"I hardly think we are going that far," observed Ruth. "But if we do we shall look for you."
Ruth little realized then how prophetic her words were, nor how she and Alice would actually "look" for the two girls.