"Well, kid, where do you come from?"
The speaker was a smiling, brown-eyed 11-year-old boy with curly brown hair - almost an elementary school boy.
He jumped into a train carriage with a cricket bat, fishing rod and a knowing-looking little basket on the seat next to him. Then, the steam horses, trains, people, etc. Whizzed by, and this sudden problem came out. The "little friend" was a little girl of nine years old, dressed in a plain blue serge dress and jacket, and a blue velvet hat: a shy little midge of a gray-eyed girl, with sun-brown curls tangled around her forehead. 10 Lying on her shoulders, nestled in a corner of the carriage - the only passenger until the jolly questioner came to keep her company.
"I don't quite know what you mean," was the answer of the little girl—her way of speaking was sweet and graceful, and her eyes shone with shy pleasure, though there was also a look of surprise in them.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
