“Oh! Serena,” I screamed, “they are all dressed for a party—in pink and white. Oh! what beauty. They are not common trees. They must be Angora trees.”
“I cannot see,” mewed Serena excitedly, “but I can smell. What delectable odors! How I wish I were out of this box. That perfume exceeds and goes beyond the catnip.”
“I don't know about that,” I said doubtfully, “but it is very delicious. The water is running from my mouth.”
“You vulgar thing,” said Serena disdainfully, and she would not speak to me for a long time.
There were more farms and farm-houses, more meadows and patches of tall dark pine-woods.
“They seem to have every sort of scenery in this valley,” said Anthony good-humoredly. Then he began looking round to see if we were all right. “How many minutes to Black River station, baggage-master?”
The man looked at his watch. “Five,” he said.
I was greatly excited, and the five minutes seemed as long as an hour.
However, they passed, and at last the train stopped slowly, and Anthony got up, and leading Mona, hurried out the door at the end of the car.
The baggage-master handed the rest of us down very carefully to him through the big door at the side of the car. All the fierceness had gone out of him.