More than once a meadow full of daisies, gleaming on her sight like drifts of summer snow, made her think of the lower pasture at home, where she had waded through them the day before, waist-deep.
Even the people who came on the cars at the stations along the way looked like the people she saw at church every week, and Betty soon began to feel very much at home.

After awhile the train stopped at a junction where she had to wait several hours to make connection with the Louisville train.

But even that did not turn out to be a bad experience, as she had feared, for the old lady waited too, and she was as anxious to find a friend as Betty was.

So it was not long until the two were talking together as sociably as two old neighbours, and they ate their lunch together with so many exchanges of confidences that they were both surprised when Betty's train came puffing along.

They had not imagined the time could fly so fast.
At parting they kissed each other as if they had always been friends, and Betty climbed into the car with a warm glow in her heart at having found such unexpected pleasantness along the way.
"It was silly of me to have been so frightened," she thought.