CHAPTER III.
It was many years since Mrs.Field had taken any but the most trivial journeys.

Elliot was a hundred and twenty miles away.

She must go to Boston; then cross the city to the other depot, where she would take the Elliot train.

This elderly unsophisticated woman might very reasonably have been terrified at the idea of taking this journey alone, but she was not.

She never thought of it.
The latter half of the road to the Green River station lay through an unsettled district.