“See, there are the Denvilles' trunks behind us,” continued Mona—“those big ones with M. D. and H. D. on them.”
“Oh! thank you, thank you, Mona,” I replied. “I am a very foolish cat. Let me know when we get to Maine. I am so confused with this racket that I am going to lie down and close my eyes,” and I pressed close up to Slyboots' box.
Serena was gazing at everything with wide-open eyes. I don't think she understood things any better than I did, but she was too proud to ask questions. Before we went to sleep that night I would probably have to explain everything to her.
I lay down and got up again, and closed my eyes for hours, and then opened them. It seemed to me that our journey would never end.
“Are we going round the great, big world, Mona?” I asked wearily.
“No, no, Pussy,” she replied gently, “only over a little bit of it.”
I gazed out the large door in the side of the car, for it was a lovely day, and the baggage-master left it open a little bit. If he had closed it I should not have seen a thing, for the windows were high up in the sides of the car.
We were passing through another big city. Then came fewer houses, then green grass and trees like the Common.
“Is this the country?” I asked Mona.
“Yes, we are in the real country now.”