And for all he was so smart he was a very little boy and he began to cry for his legs were tired and he was a little frightened, too.
Just then what do you suppose he saw? Down the street way up in the air on a kind of trestle, he saw a train of cars tearing by. “That’s just what I want! That train doesn’t have to stop for autos and horses and things!” thought Boris and he ran down the street. When he got to the high trestle, there was a long flight of stairs. Up the steps went Boris. At the top he found another funny little room with a window in it and a man looking out. This time he knew just what to do. He stood on tiptoe and gave the man 5 cents and the man handed him a little red piece of paper. Boris took it, walked through a little gate, stood on tiptoe and dropped the ticket into another funny little box and another man moved the handle up and down and his ticket dropped down. And what do you suppose he saw from the platform? Tracks again! Tracks stretching out in both directions. He didn’t have to wait on the platform long before he heard the train coming. It seemed to say:
“I’m the elevated train, I’m the elevated train, I’m the elevated, elevated, elevated train!” It stopped right in front of Boris and Boris got into the front car again. Here was another man in another little box room moving more levers and making this train stop and go. And Boris could look right out in front and see the stations before he reached them. He could see bridges before they tore under them; he could look down and see the horses and the autos and the trucks. He smiled as he saw how slowly they had to go while he was racing along above them.
So Boris was quite happy and sat very still and watched out of the window. Suddenly he heard the conductor call “Fourteenth Street!” Now that was one of the few English words that Boris knew for he lived on 14th Street. Now he was pleased for he knew he was near home. So he got off the car, ran down the long, long steps and found himself on the street. Down 14th Street he ran until he came to his house.
“Well,” called his mother. “You’ve been gone a long time! What did you see on the streets?”
Boris smiled. “I haven’t been on the streets much mother.”
His mother was surprised. “Where have you been if you haven’t been on the streets?” she asked.
Boris laughed and laughed. “There were so many things on the streets, so many autos and horses and trucks,” he said, “that I couldn’t go fast. So I found a wonderful train under the streets and I went out on that. And I found a wonderful train over the streets and I came home on that!”
“Well, well,” said his mother. “Trains under and trains over! Think of that!” And Boris did think of them much. And when he was in bed that night, he seemed to hear this little song about them:
“Now out on the streets
There everything meets
And they’re all in a hurry to go.
But what can they do
For they can’t get through
And all are so terribly slow?