_big_ girl!" and she found herself kissing dear Grandfather Hodges--she
knew him well because he had visited her home and she had a nice,
comfortable, "belonging" feeling the minute she saw him.

"Now you two stay right here by the car," said Grandfather, "while I
get the trunk." And Mary Jane had her first chance to look around.

The station wasn't a bit like the station at her home--not a bit. It
was a funny little frame house with a platform, out in front. And
there wasn't any roof out over where the trains went or anything like
that; just the little house and the platform. And instead of the piles
of trunks on great trucks that she supposed were in every station,
there was only her own little trunk dumped forlornly on the platform.
And instead of the many men busy about various duties, there was not a
single man, at least not one that Mary Jane could see. Grandfather
took the check that Dr. Smith gave him and went into the little station
with it. In a second he was back and what do you suppose he did? He
picked up her trunk and set it in the back of his waiting automobile
just as easy as could be! Mary Jane was that surprised he could see it
and he laughed gayly and said, "That's the way we do our baggaging
here, Mary Jane. We'll not wait for any sleepy baggage men--not when
Grandmother and hot griddle cakes and honey are waiting for us, will
we?"

And Mary Jane, who was getting hungry enough to find breakfast a most
interesting subject, settled down in the front seat beside her
grandfather and said, "No, we won't!"

Dr. Smith climbed into the back seat beside the trunk and Grandfather
started the car and went spinning down the road.