chasing butterflies to add new specimen to his collection.

But even these interesting reflections are not to be compared with such
sedative influence as the rumbling of a train with a summer breeze
coming In the window, and the girl, weary enough from her fright at the
falls and its consequent shock to her nervous system soon forgot to
think--she was asleep.

Meanwhile Tavia was occupied with the pretty baby in the end
compartment. The child was about three years old, and remarkably
communicative for her age. The little alcohol lamp, she told Tavia, was
used to heat her milk, also to curl her hair, for mamma never took her
to the hotel without curls, she said.

To bear out this statement, Lily, that was the little stranger's name,
produced from a satchel under the wash basin a tiny pair of curling
irons.

It seemed like fate to Tavia,--there was the very thing she had been
wishing for--curling tongs.

"Let's try it," she suggested, as Lily prattled on about the wonderful
"real" curls that the iron could make.

A careful investigation revealed to Tavia the secrets of the alcohol
lamp. Everything was there--even to matches.

Being sure the lamp was placed firmly upon the marble slab, Tavia struck
a match and lighted the wick.