"The world isn't a jungle, after all, and we are just as apt to meet the grandmothers as the wolves when we go travelling." She was mixing Kaa's experience with Red Riding-hood's in her thought, but it made no difference.

The conclusion she reached was a comfortable one.

So she leaned back in her seat to enjoy the rest of the journey without any foolish fears.
Little by little the motion of the train had its effect.

The white sunbonnet nodded nearer and nearer toward the cushioned back of the seat; the brown eyes drooped drowsily, and in a few minutes Betty was sound asleep.

That was the last she knew of the trip that she had settled herself to enjoy, for when she awoke the brakeman was calling "_Louisville_!" at the top of his voice, and people were beginning to reach up to the racks overhead for their bundles.
There was a general uprising of the passengers.