Her lunch was in that, her pass, five nickels, and the Red Ridinghood handkerchief.
"You can let that be a sort of warning to you," said Mrs.Appleton, at parting, "not to get into conversation with strangers.

Red Ridinghood never would have got into trouble if she hadn't stopped to tell the Wolf all she knew." Remembering this warning, Betty sat up very straight at first, and held the basket handles in such a tight grasp that her fingers ached.

But after the conductor had looked at her pass and smiled kindly into the appealing little face under the white sunbonnet, she felt more at ease and began to look shyly about her.
Somebody's grandmother was in the seat in front of her, such a fat, comfortable-looking old lady, that Betty felt sure she could not be a Wolf in disguise, and watched her with neighbourly interest.

She fell to wondering about her, where she lived and where she was going, and what she had in her many bags, boxes, shawl-straps, and satchels.
Things were not half so strange as she had expected them to be.

The corn-fields and tobacco-fields and apple-orchards whizzing past the windows were exactly like the ones she had left at home.