“Put this in your purse. It will come in handy if you have an emergency,” he said.
Calls of “Bo-o-oard,” rang along the train. Final good-byes were said and the girls stepped into the vestibule of their car. The train started easily and they waved to their parents. Then they were out of the train shed, picking up speed rapidly for the remainder of the night run to Chicago.
They retired to their drawing-room, finished in restful tones of rose and gray, and slipped into pajamas. Both being tired, they went to bed at once, Janet in the upper berth and Helen in the lower.
The car was air conditioned and they slept restfully, neither one of them awakening until they were in the outskirts of Chicago.
“What are you going to wear today?” asked Helen, stretching luxuriously between the crisp, cool sheets.
“My corduroy dress,” said Janet. “It’s excellent for travel; comfortable and it won’t muss easily.”
“That appeals to me,” replied Helen, slipping out of bed and starting to dress while Janet lowered herself out of the upper.
The train was past Englewood by the time they were dressed and their porter came in to take their bags.
“Going to wear a hat?” asked Janet.
“Not with this dress; I haven’t anything that goes well with it.”