candy was an added comfort. She nestled close to the window, her long
golden hair fell over her shoulders, and framed her face, and the old
conductor smiled when he passed down the aisle, and looked at the dear
little figure.

"The book has made her forget to worry," he said, softly.

A little later, when he paused beside her seat, she looked up to smile
at him.

"I keep right on reading," she said, "because if I stop to think, I
remember that all the time I'm going farther away from home."

"Then whenever you look up from the page, just remember that you are
getting nearer, and nearer to Avondale, where you can write your first
letter home," he said in an effort to cheer her.

"Oh, yes," said Sprite, "and I'll do that before I go to sleep to-night,
and post it early to-morrow morning." Then, for a long time, she read
the fascinating story.

Just as she closed the book she realized that the train was slowing
down.

The conductor was coming toward her. What was the brakeman saying?

"The next station will be Avondale!" he shouted, and little Sprite's
heart beat faster.

The conductor stood at her seat now. "I'll take your suit case," he