"It looks so easy and it isn't," sighed Glory. "But we're bound to solve it," the Other Girl cried. The two heads were close together, and the Crosspatch Conductor smiled as he passed them. He had been watching them with a good deal of interest for a long time. This time he turned and came back. "Tough one, eh?" he said. "Awfully!" laughed Glory. "But we're going to get it," smiled the Other Girl, going back to the front. The Crosspatch Conductor stood regarding Glory gravely. "Helping her along, eh?" "No," answered Glory, "she's helping me." Another wrestle with the problem, and still another--then an exciting moment when victory seemed in sight. Closer drew the brown heads--more earnest grew the eager voices. "We've got it!" "Goody!" cried Glory. "Just in time, too, for here we are at--" Her face sobered. She got to her feet in a sudden panic. What was this strange little place they were drawing into? Those woods, the houses and the trees--they were not Little Douglas. "I've been carried by!" gasped Glory. "I wasn't noticing. There isn't any other train back to-night--I tell you I've been _carried by_. This isn't my home!" Chapter V. As Glory stood on the desolate little platform, realizing that she had been carried by her own station, she presented a picture of dismay. For an instant the Other Girl stood regarding her with indecision. Then with a slight flush she stepped to Glory's side, and, placing her hand on her arm, said: "You have been carried by your home, but you have not been taken by mine. Come with me; you will not mind much." There was a shy pleading in the Other Girl's tone. On the instant of offering hospitality to this dainty new friend, and acute perception of the barrenness of it overswept and dismayed her. In a flash she saw the patch on the seat of Tim's trousers, and instantly an array of mismatched cups, nicked plates and cracked pitchers, passed before her vision. Had the dainty Glory in all her life eaten from a nicked plate? But instantly she rallied and was her own sweet self. "It is only a little way. We will try to make you comfortable," the Other Girl said hurriedly. Her thoughts seemed to have occupied a long time, and she feared her invitation might have seemed lacking in cordiality. Glory scanned her face, then said: "There isn't any train back to-night--not one. I _can't_ go back. If you are sure it will not be a trouble-- But what will Aunt Hope do? She will be so worried!" The train was wriggling into motion, and Glory caught sight of the Crosspatch Conductor on one end of the platform. She ran toward him wrathfully. "Goodness! You _here?_" he cried. "You carried me by!" Glory cried. "I don't think it was very nice in you!" Then she laughed at the honest dismay in his grim face. The train was under way and she had to raise her voice to call after him. "Never mind! I'm going with my friend. I'll--forgive--you!"