and though feeling very drowsy herself (which really was the reason
Tavia left her alone) Dorothy kept her eyes opened long enough to see
that the mother was sound asleep, and had not missed her baby.

"I am sure Tavia will take good care of her," thought Dorothy, as she
settled down for a rest, "she is so fond of children, and it will be a
change for the child--traveling must be very tiresome to such little
ones."

The train rumbled on. Dorothy thought of home, of the good father and
two dear brothers she had left there. Then she wondered what would
happen at North Birchland. It was such a lovely summer place, and her
relatives there were sure to do all they could to make the stay
pleasant.

In the White family there were besides Mrs. Winthrop White, her two
sons, Edward and Nathaniel, aged sixteen and fourteen years. Professor
White, their father, had died suddenly some years before, while on an
expedition out in quest of scientific data, but the White family
possessed almost unlimited means, so that Major Dale's sister, while
lonely enough in life without her husband, had the pleasant duty of
bringing up two talented and good looking boys in a way that befitted
the positions they would occupy as their father's sons--the White family
being among the most aristocratic in New York state.

Dorothy had not seen her cousins in three years, the boys' time, between
vacations, being spent at school, and the intervals of late being
occupied with trips abroad. As she traveled on now, and became more and
more sleepy Dorothy wondered if Nat were as full of mischief as he used
to be when he visited Dalton, and if Ned still spent his spare time