The officious man in the blue cap on the dock had shouted "All aboard!" the moment the passengers left the cars of the little narrow-gauge railroad, on which the girl had been riding for more than two hours; but it was some minutes before the wheezy old steamer got under way. Janice was interested in everything she saw--even in the clumsy warping off of the _Constance Colfax_, when her hawsers were finally released. "Goodness me!" thought the girl, chuckling, "what a ridiculous old tub it is! How different everything East here is from Greensboro. There! we're really off!" The water hissed and splashed, as the wheels of the steamer began to turn rheumatically. The walking-beam heaved up and down with many a painful creak. "Why! _that_ place is real pretty--when you look at it from the lake," murmured Janice, looking back at the little landing. "I wonder if Poketown will be like it?" She looked about her, half tempted to ask a question of somebody. There was but a single passenger near her--a little, old lady in an old-fashioned black mantilla with jet trimming, and wearing black lace half-mitts and a little bonnet that had been so long out of date that it was almost in the mode again. She was seated with her back against the cabin house, and when the steamer rolled a little the ball of knitting-cotton, which she had taken out of her deep, bead-bespangled bag, bounced out of her lap and rolled across the deck almost to the feet of Janice. Up the girl jumped and secured the runaway ball, winding the cotton as she approached the old lady, who peered up at her, her head on one side and her eyes sparkling, like an inquisitive bird. "Thank ye, child," she said, briskly. "I ain't as spry as I use ter be, an' ye done me a favor. I guess I don't know ye, do I?" "I don't believe you do, Ma'am," agreed Janice, smiling, and although she could not be called "pretty" in the sense in which the term is usually written, when Janice smiled her determined, and rather intellectual face became very attractive. "You don't belong in these parts?" pursued the old lady. "Oh, no, Ma'am. I come from Greensboro," and the girl named the middle western state in which her home was situated. "Do tell! You come a long distance, don't ye?" exclaimed her fellow-passenger. "You're one of these new-fashioned gals that travel alone, an' all that sort o' thing, ain't ye? I reckon your folks has got plenty of confidence in ye." Janice laughed again, and drew her campstool to the old lady's side. "I was never fifty miles away from home before," she confessed, "and I never was away from my father over night until I started East two days ago." "Then ye ain't got no mother, child?" "Mother died when I was a very little girl. Father has been everything to me--just everything!" and for a moment the bright, young face clouded and the hazel eyes swam in unshed tears. But she turned quickly so that her new acquaintance might not see them.