CHAPTER 5
A Substitute Brownie
“I’M going to miss my mother a lot,” Veve sighed as she sank back on the seat.
Connie didn’t say anything. But from the way she looked, Veve knew she would miss her parents too. They both felt a bit homesick even though they weren’t a mile out of Rosedale.
Soon the train was traveling at full speed. Fields and houses rolled by just as if they were moving instead of the train.
“I know what let’s do,” proposed Veve. “Let’s count telegraph poles.”
For a little while this was great fun. Eileen and Jane, who sat in the seat across from Connie and Veve, tried it too.
At three hundred and four Veve lost count and didn’t want to play the game any more.
“What shall we do now?” she asked restlessly.
“Let’s just ride awhile,” Connie proposed.
Presently a cold draft of wind blew through the car. The conductor, who was fat and jolly, came down the aisle. He collected the tickets from Miss Gordon, and talked with the Brownies.