"He means us when he says ’the ladies,’" whispered Mary Jane joyfully, "’cause mother’s all dressed and ready to go." "Don’t you feel sort of _grand_?" Alice whispered back. The porter, who of course hadn’t heard these asides, promised to have the driver there in thirty minutes, and Alice and Mary began to dress in a rush. You see, the car of folks who were going to get off at Niagara had been dropped from the eastern train and put on a siding so there was no hurry about getting off. That was nice too, for it was much easier to dress when the train was standing still than when it was dashing along through the country. In less than twenty-five minutes, all the "ladies" of Mr. Merrill’s party were dressed and combed and ready to go and, promptly on time, the porter announced the waiting taxi. By that time the rain had abated a trifle though it was still coming down very hard. "He has backed his car close up to the steps," said the porter, "so the ladies needn’t get a bit of wet. Can’t I lift the little girl out, sir? And here’s an umbrella, sir," he added as he unfurled a huge cotton umbrella at the vestibule door. Seeing them coming, the driver opened the taxi door and Mrs. Merrill slipped in safe and dry. Then Mr. Merrill helped Alice the same way and the porter set Mary Jane beside them. "Well, so far so well," said Mr. Merrill as he stepped in after them and the car started off. "That was a clever plan. Now if we only don’t get drenched getting into the hotel, we can at least get breakfast, no matter what the weather." At the hotel they found a wide porte cochère so they were safe and dry there. "You’re going to like this," said Mrs. Merrill, as she looked around the lobby. "There are lots of little shops over there and you girls can look at the souvenir things even if it rains too much for you to see the Falls!" "But breakfast first, please," suggested Mr. Merrill, "and you can eat all you like for we don’t have to hurry to go anywhere." Breakfast was served in a charming "sun parlor"—which of course was gray and dark because of the rain and mist but was beautiful anyway with the dainty furnishings and gay cretons. The windows that in clear weather looked out on the rushing river a bit above the Falls, showed nothing interesting now. But perhaps that was just as well, for folks don’t care much about sightseeing before eating—at least Mary Jane didn’t. A delicious breakfast of fruit and chops and French fried potatoes kept the party so busy that it was with surprise they noticed, three-quarters of an hour later, that the rain had cleared away and that rifts of sunshine were coming through the clouds. "Why it isn’t raining!" exclaimed Mary Jane, "come on, let’s hurry up and see everything."