Stella was allowed to play with Marjorie for the rest of the
journey.

Seated together in one of the big Pullman easy chairs, with the
kitten cuddled between them, they rapidly made each other's
acquaintance, and soon became good friends. They were not at all
alike, for Stella Martin was a thin, pale child with a long braid
of straight, light hair, and light blue eyes. She was timid, too,
and absolutely devoid of Marjorie's impetuosity and daring. But
they were both pleased at the discovery that they were to be near
neighbors throughout the summer. Stella's home was next-door to
Grandma Sherwood's, although, as both country places were so
large, the houses were some distance apart.

Next beyond Stella's house, Marjorie remembered, was where Molly
Moss lived, and so the outlook seemed to promise plenty of
pleasant company.

About three o'clock in the afternoon the train reached Morristown,
and springing out on the platform, Marjorie soon spied Grandma
Sherwood's carriage there to meet them. Old Moses was still in
charge of the horses, as he had been ever since Marjorie could
remember, and in a moment she heard a hearty voice cry, "Oh, there
you are!" and there was Uncle Steve waiting for them on the
platform.

Uncle Steve was a great friend of Marjorie's, and she flew to
greet him almost before he had time to welcome her mother. Then in
a few moments the luggage was looked after, and they were all in
the carriage, rolling away toward Haslemere.