But at the junction--at the junction a funny thing happened.

He put me on the train, just as Mother had done, and spoke to the conductor.

(How I hated to have him do that! Why, I'm six whole months older, 'most, than I was when I went up there!) And then when he'd put me in my seat (Father, I mean; not the conductor), all of a sudden he leaned over and kissed me; _kissed me--Father_! Then, before I could speak, or even look at him, he was gone; and I didn't see him again, though it must have been five whole minutes before that train went.
I had a nice trip down to Boston, though nothing much happened.

This conductor was not near so nice and polite as the one I had coming up; and there wasn't any lady with a baby to play with, nor any nice young gentleman to loan me magazines or buy candy for me.

But it wasn't a very long ride from the junction to Boston, anyway.