The first day she made no acquaintances, for she admired the reserved way in which her pretty nineteen-year-old sister travelled, and tried to imitate her, but after one day of elegant composure she longed for a chance to drop into easy sociability with some of her neighbors.
They no longer seemed like strangers after she had travelled in their company for twenty-four hours.
So she seized the first social opportunity which came to her next morning.

A middle-aged woman, who was taking up all the available space in the dressing-room, grudgingly moved over a few inches when Mary tried to squeeze in to wash her face.

Any one but Mary would have regarded her as a most unpromising companion, when she answered her question with a grumbling "Yes, been on two days, and got two more to go." The tone was as ungracious as if she had said, "Mind your own business." The train was passing over a section of rough road just then, and they swayed against each other several times, with polite apologies on Mary's part.

Then as the woman finished skewering her hair into a tight knot she relaxed into friendliness far enough to ask, "Going far yourself ?" "Yes, indeed!" answered Mary, cheerfully, reaching for a towel.

"Going to the Promised Land." The car gave a sudden lurch, and the woman dropped her comb, as she was sent toppling against Mary so forcibly that she pinned her to the wall a moment.
"My!" she exclaimed as she regained her balance.