“Let’s see what the names of the other cars are,” said Fred; and Bess, thereupon, called them out, as they walked beside the train: “‘Calgary,’ ‘Nepigon,’ ‘Toronto,’ ‘Missanabie.’”
“What do they mean?” inquired Kittie.
“Why, they’re names of Alaskan chieftains,” replied Randolph.
“‘Kamloops’ was the old head one, then,” added Tom.
But Mr. Houghton, who was everywhere at once, superintending the embarkation, caught the words and explained that the names were those of cities and towns on the line of the Canadian Pacific.
“All aboard!” came the now familiar call, and away went the train, out into the night, bound for the far West.
The Percivals and their neighbors sang for a while, adding several new college songs to their previous répertoire, and then the head of the family announced that it was time to retire. The porter, William, had already arranged the drawing-room, and amid a chorus of “Good-nights,” Mr. and Mrs. Percival withdrew.
“Now, William,” said Randolph, “make up Number Three and Five for the ladies.”
“And Four, for the gentlemen,” added the irrepressible Tom.
Kittie and Bess soon disappeared behind their curtains, and the rest having followed suit shortly afterward, there was silence—for about three minutes. Then came the sound of a bump, and a delighted chuckle from Tom, in the upper berth.