“Wouldn’t it be a joke,” soliloquized Judith. “What if she is a pre-war aristo’? And suppose she only touches Wellington at the extreme corners? Might even be a little nobility snob, for all we know.” “The more fun in store at the discoveries,” Jane said. “But I feel she will be just as I picture her. A little blonde, with blue eyes and a name no one can pronounce.” “What does Helka mean?” “Oh, that is Helen in Polish. As she is a ‘Helen’ I think she will be pretty. They mostly are,” Jane reflected. “But Helen Bender is a bit cross-eyed,” Judith had to recall, whereat they both laughed, for Helen had a trick of blaming her eyes for every school mistake. Her uncertain eyes had stood her in good stead at difficult tests, etc. “Soon night will be upon us,” Judith prophesied, noting the shadows that fell in ripples over the revolving rills. “Just see the sunset. How different from the red blaze we used to have on the Lake.” “And the smoke of the approaching city,” Jane reminded. “Shall we get off for a little rest at St. Paul? We can, if you wish.” “When do we get to the great city?” “To-morrow afternoon. But between here and there we will glimpse the Middle West. Very different from the scenery on the other end of the trip.” “Yes, indeed, but it is all America, so of course we love it,” Judith orated. “But, Janie dear, we might lose ourselves in St. Paul. I have heard such horrible tales of the girls at railway stations being picked up by bandits and carried off for ransom,” and she doubled up at the joyous thought of such an escapade. “Well, if you feel that way about it we had best keep to our bunks,” Jane decided. “I am acquainted with the station and the big park with the sun dial——” “And the big dry goods store where you bought my silkies,” recalled Judith. “But, Jane dear, perhaps we had better keep to the rail. You know what the Indian woman told us? She might be out there on hand just to work out the fortune.” “Moved and carried that we omit the stop over,” Jane answered. “Now, Judy, let us brush up a little. I have a premonition we are going to meet someone very interesting in the dining car. I saw that yellow-haired woman smuggle a little poodle in her hand bag. It will surely be interesting if she carries him into the diner. It always is. The porters know a dog by the bends in the bag. And they go through a regular screen play in getting the lady, the bag, and the poodle out of the car. Dogs must eat in the baggage car. They have a co-operative refectory there.”