There they were rapturously received by Amy, and introduced to Mrs.Dayton, a sweet, spirited little matron, with a face as kindly as her husband's, but not so worn.

Mr.Dayton looked as if for years he had been bearing the whole weight of a railroad on his shoulders, as in one sense it may be said that he had.
"We have been here almost a whole day," said Amy, who had taken possession, as a matter of course, of her old perch on Katy's knee.
"Chicago is the biggest place you ever saw, Tanta; but it isn't so pretty as Burnet.

And oh! don't you think Car Forty-seven is nice,--the one we are going out West in, you know?
And this morning Mr.Dayton took us to see it.

It's the cunningest place that ever was.

There's one dear little drawer in the wall that Mrs.Dayton says I may have to keep Mabel's things in.