You can't think how kind she is, and Mr.Dayton too; and this way of travelling is so easy and delightful that it scarcely seems to tire one at all.

Phil has borne the journey wonderfully well so far." At Omaha, on the evening of the second day, Clover's future "matron" and adviser, Mrs.Watson, was to join them.

She had been telegraphed to from Chicago, and had replied, so that they knew she was expecting them.
Clover's thoughts were so occupied with curiosity as to what she would turn out to be, that she scarcely realized that she was crossing the Mississippi for the first time, and she gave scant attention to the low bluffs which bound the river, and on which the Indians used to hold their councils in those dim days when there was still an "undiscovered West" set down in geographies and atlases.
As soon as they reached the Omaha side of the river, she and Katy jumped down from the car, and immediately found themselves face to face with an anxious-looking little old lady, with white hair frizzled and banged over a puckered forehead, and a pair of watery blue eyes peering from beneath, evidently in search of somebody.

Her hands were quite full of bags and parcels, and a little heap of similar articles lay on the platform near her, of which she seemed afraid to lose sight for a moment.
"Oh, is it Miss Carr ?" was her first salutation.

"I'm Mrs.Watson.