his pocket, and then we went into the flower store, and Miss Kathleen came out with three big American Beauties, and I had some Killarney buds, and Uncle Fred had the cosmos. Another car was just coming along, and Uncle Fred hurried us aboard.
"'Are you sure this is the right car?' asked Miss Kathleen.
"'Sure,' said Uncle Fred. 'She said to take a Cottage Grove car labelled "Jackson Park," and that it was blue, and I saw the name on the grip.'
"'But this car is green,' said Miss Kathleen.
"'Well, the grip and the other car are blue, and this one can't go traipsing off by itself without any grip, can it, just because it happens to be green? I guess we're safe enough. You two may as well settle down; for it takes nearly an hour to get there.' Then he and Miss Kathleen went to talking about the folks in their home town, and I began looking out of the rear window and watching the high buildings seem to rise up behind the nearer ones, as we drew away from them.
"We had been riding for about ten minutes, when at one of the stops there was a great rattling of chains and shouting, and then we started off
