She recognized it all now, and every yard made it more familiar.
The train gave a warning whistle.

"Here we are! here we are!" she screamed in a perfect ecstasy of joy.

"Oh, Miss Grace, there is the road, and--and here is the platform, and--and I do believe I see granp!" She drew in her head and shrank back into her corner.

"Miss Grace," she pleaded excitedly, "when we stop will you and Miss Patch get out and walk away as if I wasn't here and you had forgotten all about me, and then granp will come to look for me--like he did the first time, will you ?" Her eagerness was so great Miss Grace could not refuse her.
"Very well, dear, but"-- laughingly--"I must leave all the parcels, too.

I can't manage them as well." "Oh, no, we will bring those.