It was lots of fun riding in the train to Grandma Bell's. The smaller
children had not traveled much, and everything was new to them. Rose and
Russ had been on little trips, though, so they did not so much marvel at
the things they saw. But every time the train passed cows or horses in a
field, went under a bridge or over one, or through a tunnel, it was
something for the other four little Bunkers to wonder at and say:

"Oh!" and "Ah!"

After a while, though, they grew less excited, and sat in the big, deep
seats more quietly, looking at the trees and telegraph poles that seemed
to rush by so swiftly. There were a few other passengers in the
sleeping-car--that is, it would be a sleeping-car when the berths were
made up--and for a time the children looked at the men and women who were
traveling.

"I wonder if they have any Grandma Bell to go to?" asked Vi of her mother.

"Oh, yes, I suppose so," was the answer, for Mrs. Bunker was busy reading,
and hardly knew what she said.

"Are they going to our Grandma Bell's?" asked Vi quickly.

"To our Grandma Bell's? No, I don't suppose that!" exclaimed Mrs. Bunker,
realizing that Vi was surprised. "But they have some place to go."

"I don't believe they have any place as nice as our Grandma Bell's house,"
went on Vi. "When'll we get there, Mother? Do you know?"