Mary Jane put on the rest of her clothes; then she took her little bag, just as her mother had told her to, and went into the dressing room and washed her face and made herself neat and tidy.  She got back in time to see the porter make up her bed and she was glad of that because bed-unmaking on a train by daylight seemed even more wonderful and interesting than bed-making the night before.

She sat down on the seat across the aisle while he worked, so she could see everything he did.

“My mother and I don’t make beds that way at home,” she announced suddenly.

“Sure not,” agreed the porter, and then by way of keeping up the conversation, he added, “Like to ride on a train?”

“’Deed I do,” said Mary Jane happily, “and I like to go see my grandmother—­it’s my Great-grandmother Hodges I’m going to see, you know.  And my mother isn’t going and my daddah isn’t going because he works and my sister Alice isn’t going because she’s in school and anybody isn’t going but just my Dr. Smith and me ’cause I’m five and that’s a big girl.”

“Well!” exclaimed the porter, and he actually stopped making beds to look at such a big little girl.  Mary Jane liked him and started to tell him about Doris and the birthday party and the pretty things in her trunk, but Dr. Smith came back just then and there was no more time for talk.

“Got your coat?” he asked, “and your hat and your—­everything?”

“He put ’em there,” said Mary Jane, pointing to the next seat where she had seen the porter put her things, “and my gloves are in my pocket and my bag’s all shut.”

“That’s good.” said Dr. Smith.  “You’d better put your things on now.  Here, I’ll hold your coat.”

It was a good thing Mary Jane started putting on her gloves just when she did.  For before she had the last button safely tucked in its button hole, the porter had slipped in to a white coat and had picked up her bag and Dr. Smith’s big grip and started for the door of the car; the great long train was slowing up at a little station.

They got off in such a hurry that Mary Jane hardly had time to say good-by to the kind porter before the train hurried away and some one picked her up and kissed her and exclaimed, “Well, well, well!  Such a big girl!” and she found herself kissing dear Grandfather Hodges—­she knew him well because he had visited her home and she had a nice, comfortable, “belonging” feeling the minute she saw him.

“Now you two stay right here by the car,” said Grandfather, “while I get the trunk.”  And Mary Jane had her first chance to look around.