She knew they must be the parlor and dining and sleeping cars she had read about.

And now they were in the midst of a fleet of steamers and barges, and far ahead loomed the first of Cincinnati's big suspension bridges, pictures of which she had many a time gazed at in wonder.

There was a mingling of strange loud noises--whistles, engines, on the water, on shore; there was a multitude of what seemed to her feverish activities--she who had not been out of quiet Sutherland since she was a baby too young to note things.
The river, the shores, grew more and more crowded.

Susan's eyes darted from one new object to another; and eagerly though she looked she felt she was missing more than she saw.
"Why, Susan Lenox!" exclaimed a voice almost in her ear.
She closed her teeth upon a cry; suddenly she was back from wonderland to herself.

She turned to face dumpy, dressy Mrs.
Waterbury and her husband with the glossy kinky ringlets and the long wavy mustache.