how well you behave. Now, for our tickets."

"I have the reservations," Walter said quietly. "A stateroom for
you four ladies and a berth for me in the same car. In half an hour
we pull out. And, girls!"

"Say it," returned Bess.

"Is it something nice, Walter?" asked his sister.

"There is an observation platform on our car--the end car on the
train. It goes all the way through to Osaka, where we are going. I
think we are fixed just right."

This proved to be the case. The young people pretty nearly lived on
that rear platform, for the weather remained pleasant all through
the journey. Mrs. Janeway sometimes found it hard work to get them
in to go to bed.

The route this tourist car took was rather roundabout; but as
Walter said, it landed them at the Osaka station, the nearest
railroad point to Rose Ranch, in something like five days.

By this time they were getting a little weary of traveling by rail.
Walter declared he was "saddle-sore" from sitting so much. When
long lines of corrals and cattle-pens came in sight, Rhoda told
them they were nearing Osaka.

"Why, there are miles and miles of those corrals!" cried Bess, in
wonder. "You don't mean to say they are all for your father's