It amused them to watch strange people, and make up stories about them,—where they were going, and what relation they could be to each other. The strange people, in their turn cast curious glances toward the bright. happy-faced sisters; but Katy and Clover did not mind that, or, in fact, notice it. They were too much absorbed to think of themselves, or the impression they were making on others.
It was early on the third morning that the train, puffing and shrieking, ran into the Springfield depot. Other trains stood waiting; and there was such a chorus of snorts and whistles, and such clouds of smoke, that Katy was half frightened. Papa, who was half asleep, jumped up, and told the girls to collect their bags and books; for they were to breakfast here, and to meet Lilly Page, who was going on to Hillsover with them.
"Do you suppose she is here already?" asked Katy, tucking the railway guide into the shawl-strap, and closing her bag with a snap.
"Yes: we shall meet her at the Massasoit. She and her father were to pass the night there."
The Massasoit was close at hand, and in less
